I’d be with you, It’d be you,
standing under a dim streetlamp
fallen stars turned into streetlamps, still aching to shine
yeah they look like stars to me,
deep soft wind tugging at your hair
phones in our pockets, buzzing with nothing
I’d  really feel sorry for myself for being this delusional
me standing under a dim streetlamp alone
It’d be me watching the fallen stars all alone
I’d heal, I’d fade with this feeling
rather I’d be playing “Dreaming of you”