we are like stars, like dying embers,
clusters of us and only one
explodes.
my dreams have turned me into desire,
and i wonder where my desire will take me,
i wonder what my desire will make me.
will i be like star, or ember,
or will i be like the fireworks at night,
the ones no one notices until they explode.
that boom sounds like my heartbeat
-it’s still looking for a beat.
hasn’t found one yet.
hasn’t found one yet,
but it seems to beat for you.
darling, you know i love the stars.
at night, they light up the sky,
they’re brilliant and i can’t not love them.
you’re a star of mine,
brilliant,
but do you fade?
in the morning, will you still seem
bright,
or beautiful?
are you even there?
i’m scared you only glow at night,
and that my eyes will lose you,
and my heart will just beat somewhere else.
will you stay in the morning,
or will you be gone
like the fireworks last night?