We call her Space Girl.
Isn’t it romantic to walk among the stars?
She paces the Milky Way
as we sing to her seclusion.
Isn’t it romantic to be apart?
To be a being trapped in the beauty of the night sky?
Shooting stars dance in her eyes, brimming over with sparkling tears.
What a beautiful thing, this space girl.
What a thing to be loved.
Space is cold, and her frozen heart is like a diamond to the world below her.
She cannot hear the songs being sung for her.
Space girl, beautiful star, shine for us.
When your light goes out, we will find another.
Our beautiful space girl.