Littlest star, wake up, put on a light.
All these questions. Oh, the endless night!
Littlest star, come to your window now.
Read all of the pages of your diary out loud.
Because I seem to lose myself in all this flesh.
And there's anger here and it all seems to make sense.
Littlest star, shed light on the oldest days.
Do all of our trees come from the roots that you made?
Littlest star, why should I need four eyes to see
All of the magic in the world at my feet?
Because I seem to lose myself in all this flesh!
And there's loving here and it all seems to make sense.
Littlest star, you will outlive my flesh.
But that something is pa**ing doesn't mean it's worthless.