Wonder if the stars, hanging onto the inky night-
Do they ever contemplate their own mortality?
Nothing there to hide from us, burning for the universe to see,
While Iʼm bottled up inside, canʼt give myself away...
The world is hurtling around in the darkness,
Maybe I should borrow just a piece of their sanity.
If I had their time, I could endure the light years too-
But my patience running thin and slipping through my fingers.
Something in the way again, quietly paint it out and hope
That it wonʼt resent me, I am only in love.
The world is hurtling around in the darkness,
Maybe I should borrow just a piece of their patience.
The world is hurtling around in the darkness,
Maybe I should borrow just a piece of their sanity...