Lying down beneath the stars alone at last, I rest Feeling right, feels good but being right is best Upshooting stars have their effect, perfect things left lain Oft our hands are held as perfect as our sleep
Heavy hearts come hold our hands took at last to understand That light and dark are rust and all the rest is dust
If we can't, it's understood that we never could The stars still helped when we fell would our hands do what they should What they turn from green to brown as any child would tell What makes the sound, what shakes the ground, it is the greatest
Heavy hearts come hold our hands, the planets help you understand Light and dark are on and off and all that's left is us