Love Letter from a Physicist

Matter vibration
Plasma heart of a real star
The moment is symmetry
Plan to see far 
Let us cross immense distances of reality
Spinning spheres held together by gravity
Hold my hand

CHORUS: 
Here we have a handful of numbers
In a theory of everything
(Time is in our hands, hope is in our hands)
Here we’re calculating wonders
In a theory called love

Shape the invisible
Like a bird’s song at night
Dark mass in geometry
Flickers in flight
Let us see vast spaces of uncertainty
Miles to Mars measured through eternity

Come with me –
Here we have a handful of numbers
In a theory of everything
(Time is in our hands, hope is in our hands)
Here we’re calculating wonders
In a theory called love
Here we have a handful of numbers
In a theory of everything
(Time is in our hands, hope is in our hands)
Here we’re calculating wonders
And our theory is love
Love is everything
Come with me
Theory that is love