One for Eleven and Two always

All my tinny tiny words...do not compute, compared to a kiss on the neck in the night, and a voice you can't resist saying what you want to hear; for day always breaks, even if the light doesn't deign to shine. You can see for 500 klicks and even recognize whatever 'it' is that you're seeing, under the right eyes and conditions, but on arrival 'it' always changes as we change on the way; and there are many mirages and lives to make, but one trip.