Don’t call me a star,
They’re not at all rare,
There are plenty in space,
Too many to care.

Don’t make me your sun
And hate my burning rays,
Then miss me when I’m gone,
as you’ll never change your ways.

Don’t make me your moon,
watching from above,
cold, distant and silent,
because that is not love.

Let our love be infinite
Let me be your galaxy
Let our love be infinite
As it always should be.