The stars are realigning,
to show the outline of you're face,
looking up I wonder,
if we can still somehow relate...
And all the lonely pieces,
go try to find their parts,
as I sit in darkness, pondering,
"Oh if I only had a heart."
Darling have you wondered,
what its like to fall in love?
I can only think of you,
as I shift my gaze above.
I ask the stars to shift again,
"Please forgive me for this plea."
As I set another dream to drift,
so far away from reach.

Your breath upon the window pane,
leaves the impression that you were here, again.
Hold me closer as I sleep,
mumbling your name while I dream,
of you
and only you.
Please, tell each star goodnight, for me.
"Adieu, to each wish, for now."
Tell me stories as I wake,
of who and what and how.
Keeping up with conversation,
you look back amongst the stars.
And in the plainest tone of voice,
said *"I love you."

I have the memory,
of a once upon a time.
Given up on everything,
just to make you mine.
Now the sky is open with a new refrain,
seeking the courage to rain down again.
And here I lay,
awaiting the fall.
Spinning new dreams on our way down
out of the cobwebs of our old ones.
Seeking for what they call the beauty
in all of us,
or in some of us,
As I try to survive the impact of earth,
I'm reminded of another fall.
The one for you,
compared to then
now is nothing.

Tell me anything,
just fill the silence...
lie to me,
and I might just buy it.
"Do you have a soul to sell?
It's not like any other!"
Darling, are you feeling well?
My love's not up for barter...
I have the sky to remember you by,
it makes goodnight just so much sweeter.
Parting for another night,
and I know you're off to meet her.
Serenade the moon tonight,
think of her as me.
Tell her that you'll hold her tight,
singing, so happ-il-ly,
keeping close to the jealous stars
whisper all her praises,
as you fill the silence with her laugh
as you say those stupid phrases.
how quiet, are those nights for me,
as the moon strays off to you.
all I wanted was to keep
the silence from my room.

Breaking through the fog,
only to find another.
Tell me has it been so long?
Have you not the time to bother,
(with me)
Tear away, this gaze, and don't look back.
Promise me that someday
you'll emerge from between the cracks.
Playing those songs,
you sang so well,
beginning from the moment
you broke this wicked spell.
Hardly am I dreaming,
as dreams have not this hue,
somber, like the bleeding
sky, with shades of blue

Satellites replace those ancient, dull stars,
moving and zooming through the depths of my heart
searching for the muses
who left me when you did
"We'll never get anything through to this kid."
Adieu, Adieu, to the helpless muse,
Lamenting the loss of that romantic who died,
from that moment you decided to tell her goodbye.
moving about in and around the seams
groans the satellite,
with its gray colors, and lackluster sheen
given, this search is as hapless, as unfair,
take into account that no muse is really there...

I'm not one to live my life in passion.
But like the spark of a flame,
you make me feel ashen.
A night in the dreamland,
keeps me lost in confusion.
Given the choice I would have spared my youth and,
amongst others, why were you there?
Intruding on dreams is slightly unfair.