When the stars fall,
I'll catch them and try to make a dream.
Their glow fills me with a promise:
Sparkles make things alright.
But I have heard that all that glitters is not gold,
And for all the stars I catch,
I can't turn their shimmer into happiness.
When the sun crumbles
I'll take the pieces and let the heat
Warm what's left of my heart.
If only I could embody the sun,
Steal its warmth and wrap myself up in its flaring rays.
But even suns have sunspots,
And I know that I belong to those instead.
When the moon dies,
I'll bury it within my heart and carry its loneliness with me.
I'll use the stars to wish it alive,
Use the sun to light up all of its craters,
And maybe the moon will start shining