There's something very surreal about
Watching the stars with you
It's not the beautiful stars
Whose numbers don't compare
To the number of goosebumps
On both our skins
Nor is it the bird cries ringing in the soundtrack of nightfall which is only
Drowned out by the sound of our hearts
Beating as one
It's surely not the soft breeze of the night
Cos all I feel on me is you.