Isn't it strange that when you look at the stars and you know that they've already bitten the dust. And you realize that you're staring into something that is long gone.
You, my star, is long gone.
Isn't it strange that when you look at the stars and you know that they've already bitten the dust. And you realize that you're staring into something that is long gone.
You, my star, is long gone.
