Show me the Milky Way
I need to taste its creaminess
Mixed with your luring sweatiness
Because I'm trapped and you're ok

When I am wide awake each night
Not able to discern reality from dream
I go to the fridge in search of whipped cream
And everything feels just alright

But then the morning comes
The sun's so bright with searing heat
Its color vermilion indeed
And then again, I'm longing for the night and stars.