And I’ll make love with falling stars,
and cry to a pale moon during frosty winter nights.
I’ll sigh as the wind passes trough high grass,
and music appears.
I would like to watch the lightning,
while standing beside the dark ocean.
I would change myself to be perfect for the world,
if I thought I was alone in a crowd of strangers.
It’s funny how things come to be,
even if they’re hard to confront in the moment.
But you’re not lonley,
fore here I am,
in a strange new reality.