The stars look curiously
Maybe they wait for me
It's like they're telling me things
I can't repeat
And how they appear so infinitely
Out of my reach.
Test my senses and call off the tension
Build my defences before my instinct
Stars make progress, then shoot.
The stars sit delicately
Aligning their hearts for me
Exposing forbidden paths leading to ours
This is the past so permanently
Torn into parts.
Pass the sentence and call off resistance
Feel my prediction lose all distinction
Stars make progress, then shoot .
(Music played here)
One of these days
And one of these nights
They’ll be calling for you
One of these days
And one of these nights
They’ll be calling for you
One of these days
And one of these nights
They’ll be calling for you
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