The stars, the ones
hanging in the night
behind your irises,
they dance for you
every time that
you smile
and they teach me
over and over again
that I shouldn't
be scared of
the dark.
The stars, the ones
hanging in the night
behind your irises,
they dance for you
every time that
you smile
and they teach me
over and over again
that I shouldn't
be scared of
the dark.
