It was the verse, really. “I wish I can take it away to three thousand light years away”, I would croon with them, repeatedly, snot dribbling down my upper lip. “Don’t be afraid, I’ll be next to you”. I would imagine myself flying to a faraway planet, one arm stretched out before me a la Superman and Fritz cradled in the other, no dripping bag of fluids or pain, to a planet where kitty kidneys grew on trees and nine lives were literal. Even now, the song can make my knees week.