i watched the planets twinkle
and while they shimmered and shuttered
it seemed they were trying to say something
but they're really far away
600 million miles or thereabouts
and whatever they were saying
they probably said an hour ago
which got me thinking
how unfair it is to think
they were talking to me alone

my galaxy starts blinking
red, green, orange and pink
like it's trying to say something
and it's right next to me

suddenly i'm shrinking
there's always room to shrink
because i don't want to say anything
and you're right next to me

tumbling and sinking
into the solace of the drink
i don't care about anything
except what's right next to me

it takes a long time, waiting
hoping you'd give me a ring
i want it more than anything
but i can't take the call right now
i'm chatting to the stars