What if the stars were only ours to stare into?
How many of them there are and we're so few.
If they are soley reflected light off the spark in your eyes,
I swear on my life I would not be at all surprised.
And it might be a reminder that there's just us two.
How many of them there are and we're so few.
Makes me remember how far away I am from you.
Miles of them between us that I can't see through.
Decisions I can't make, is it too early, is it too late?
Infinitely they do go on, give or take, it seems to be somewhat true.
Isn't it just funny how many of them there are, yet we're so very few?