We are covered by the dark
Blanketed by the milky way
Moonlight kisses your skin
I wish it were my lips

Between us are a row of strings
Begging to be plucked
We'd make a symphony
Soothe the city to sleep
Instead they draw you closer to me

Drawn to you
Stars to the midnight sky
A musician to a new instrument
Can't help but wonder
*What does it take to make you sing?