Have you ever wondered where the stars go
On the nights when they don't shine?
Well if there is one thing I know,
It's where those stars go.
They glide down to Earth from the sky
Although I haven't the foggiest idea why
And they sing and dance and play
Just like us during the day
Those two white figures dancing a tango
While another one views some Van Gogh
And more still sing a song
'Till all the songs have been sung
And the morning sun arises from her bed
And calls the stars back home once more.
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 10:11 PM UTC
Have you ever wondered where the stars go
On the nights when they don't shine?
Well if there is one thing I know,
It's where those stars go.
They glide down to Earth from the sky
Although I haven't the foggiest idea why
And they sing and dance and play
Just like us during the day
Those two white figures dancing a tango
While another one views some Van Gogh
And more still sing a song
'Till all the songs have been sung
And the morning sun arises from her bed
And calls the stars back home once more.
Sometimes sadness is the best inspiration.
