I remember when you told me
about a guy you met
with whom you had a connection
from the outset
He looked at you with a look
you'll never forget
When he spoke,
you heard the truth
about the stardust you came from
Who knows
where the star came from,
but you came from it
Why did you run from him?
As beautiful as you are,
it only would have taken a look
It would have been a look
he'd never forget
And you could have both kept
remembering it together
until the very end
And I can't understand
Why did you run from it?