All the stars are falling down.
Make a wish —
maybe we’ll fall in love
before they hit the ground.
And if it fails, I guess we’re
just crashing down.
To shot my shot, and try to be
your shooting star —
aimed so high,
but I was falling too fast
at the sight of your brown eyes,
soft as cosmic dust.
I’m the dusk, you’re the sun —
and if we make love
to make a son,
will that light save us,
or are we still just crashing down?
Until then - hold me in the silence
between the boom and the burn —
where gravity forgets us,
and stars don’t return.
And if we’re meant to fall,
then let it be together —
two sparks in the dark,
pretending we’re forever.
Even if we burn out
before the dawn,
at least we lit the sky while
we were on.
