should she ever listen, the cosmos would play her a song of stars dust moving along. if she ever heard it, the sun would hum her to her soon, and the asteroids would pick up the tune. had she ever caught it, it would be sure to blow her mind; the way things move out there in time would catch her in key and sway her with its beautiful melody.
~i'd chisel my proposal in the moon~ ~and hope you'd look up one night~ ~to catch my love, the shooting star~ ~before it ever could get out of sight~