Some nights, the stars feel closer,
Than the people in your life.
Nights in which I lie under,
Neither people nor their eyes.
Some nights, the moon feels dimmer,
Than the night in which she lies,
When people feel as distant,
As the stars that light the sky.
Some nights, I find myself reaching,
In the darkness, to the stars.
Some nights, I lie wondering,
Why they're close, yet so far.