So we grew up believing no one would ever fall in love with us, that we'd be lonely forever, that we'd never meet someone to make us feel like the sun was something they built for us in their toolshed.
Så vi voksede op og troede, ingen ville forelske sig i os, at vi ville være alene for evigt, at vi aldrig ville møde nogen, der fik os til at føle, at solen var noget, de byggede til os i deres værksted.