I think I see your face in the stars
A little butterfly flutters within me
I try to draw you; tonight's my canvas
I'm nearly finished when I stop near your lips
and I notice something impure
What I thought to be a star looks merely a satellite
As I've been mistaken I ponder
What did I see?
Was it really even you?
Why did I think that I saw you?
Why did I want to see you?
Why did I ever want to see you?
What did I see?