I remember the Sunday, and in your cold car,
We did all we could to look at the stars.
Without freezing our hands
And without getting out to stand,
We tried our best, and we were earnest,
But the stars were out of our reach.

There was once a time when I believed that I must do all I can to keep you.
But that was before I realized you didn't show me the real you.
So I asked, and I pleaded,
Please be who you really are.
And the day you did that,
Your eyes became the stars.