My cigarette burnt lips have so much to say,
Under this roof on a majestic night we lay,
Storms and clouds might as well be in our way,
Stars will fall short wherever they may,
Believe that the ocean will wash the pain away,
For you're the magnificent star that lights my day.
Oh, how I hope forever with me you'll stay.
You're my religion, you're how I pray.*

-fir.m