I’d fall from heaven a thousand times If I knew you were wishing on me like a shooting star
And I think there’s a name for that -
When you’re willing to run headfirst Into the worst pain you’ve ever felt So the person on the other side Sees fireworks and believes even for a moment That everything is beautiful.
I’d crush myself into a fine powder and sprinkle it on a windowsill If it made you believe in pixie dust and laughing sprites And filled you with the spirit that you were young and free and innocent.
You wouldn’t even have to know it was my heart laying on the ground at the door, there to wipe off all the dirt from the roads you’ve been forced to travel alone, before you stepped into the future
And I think there’s a name for that -
I just want to make your eyes sparkle like remnants of the first volcanic eruption that gave birth to the cliffs we’ve danced upon like edges aren’t permanent And our bodies aren’t temporary -
I just want to be a thing that makes this heavy world you wear like a fashionable coat And not the strait jacket it feels like to me, A little lighter, a little easier;
I want to be a thing with my back pushed against the walls Straining to keep them even an inch further away So that life is a little more spacious for you, And you have the room to take deeper breaths -
And I do not mind if you don’t know it’s me who’s falling from great heights To be your shooting star, because it’s not about me at all -
It’s about giving your wishes a chance to come true, And the willingness to crash and burn and do it again and again Until the universe takes pity and starts listening and makes it happen.
And I think there’s a name for that -
This is me with my heart in the chamber And my lips on the trigger Giving you my best shot. I hope you see me falling across the sky Just for you And I hope you make a wish on me And I hope I figure out By the time I hit the ground How to make your wish come true.
And I think there’s a name for that-
And if it’s not What I think it’s called, It’s still yours regardless.