Without you it's a waste of time
I dreamt of Freddy Mercury the other night. He was having a blast in a pub in heaven. I told him how much people missed him. I was an excited fan. Then I saw his face. Combined with grief and joy, the look on his face relieved my suspended thoughts. Then he went upstage and sang, for me, for us.
I have to maintain a certain degree of romance in me, or else I'll lose it easily.
