Lying down beneath the stars
Alone at last, I rest
Feel a ride, feels good, but being alright is best

Upshooting stars have their effect,
Perfect things left lain,
Oft our hands, are held as perfect as our sleep

Heavy hearts came, held your hand,
Took at last to understand that light and dark are rust,
And all the rest is dust

If we can't, its 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,
That light and dark are enough,
And all thats left is us