The stars, with all their power,
are falling like Himalayan roses.
Tonight the marble moon is burning,
mirroring the hazel flames in your eyes.
Soon the twin shadows of Gemini
will soar overhead.
While the world unravels
like a crimson dress,
tell me the moment—
the moment you knew life was good.
Dust storms, spirits, shadows
will bleed across the dawn.
Inside this truck let me cradle your heart;
beneath the darkness I’ll be your armor.
Up the sleeves of our feelings,
night no longer terrifies—
cling to the hem of my words
as streetlights spill over skin and memory.
Oh, these shadows, shadows, shadows…
I feel fear as fiercely
as I feel the fire in your eyes,
while the red sky drops like razor blades.
Until we’re clothed in a single flame,
tell me you belong to me.
There is only this night:
the marble moon in flames,
stars collapsing around us.
Turn the radio up—one last song—
and let its blaze of sound
meld perfectly with the fading.
