I don't know who you are, where you live or what
you like but I try to reach the end of what you like
and feel
I saw you, you looked tired, lonely player getting
high, we stepped in silence out of the out of the crowd
by starting at them we could start to feel.
Oh you're a star, dreaming your light in my palms
oh, outer sky, will I ever make you mine?
This sentimental stereotype that I dreamt you were
decides when to reach me, the time to find me
the sentimental kind of guy who feels... Feel...
Oh you're a star, dreaming your light in my palms
oh, outer sky, will I ever make you mine?
you like but I try to reach the end of what you like
and feel
I saw you, you looked tired, lonely player getting
high, we stepped in silence out of the out of the crowd
by starting at them we could start to feel.
Oh you're a star, dreaming your light in my palms
oh, outer sky, will I ever make you mine?
This sentimental stereotype that I dreamt you were
decides when to reach me, the time to find me
the sentimental kind of guy who feels... Feel...
Oh you're a star, dreaming your light in my palms
oh, outer sky, will I ever make you mine?