There’s millions of stars in the sky
Not unique, they all leave
When the day comes by
And I’ll never call you my sun
Cause when darkness settles in
All he can do is run
But maybe you can be my sky
And hold these lights in your hand
I’d treasure all your day time
all your nights, I’d try to understand
And maybe I could be your Earth
And you could cover me like a quilt
I’d be your haven, your home
And you’d make my planet tilt
Jun 16, 2020
Jun 16, 2020 at 11:40 PM UTC
There’s millions of stars in the sky
Not unique, they all leave
When the day comes by
And I’ll never call you my sun
Cause when darkness settles in
All he can do is run
But maybe you can be my sky
And hold these lights in your hand
I’d treasure all your day time
all your nights, I’d try to understand
And maybe I could be your Earth
And you could cover me like a quilt
I’d be your haven, your home
And you’d make my planet tilt
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