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Stabbing into the dark,
I stretch to find, find you stabbing,
This hand I never thought I had,
Pressed softly against my chest …

But this should feel better,
And this should feel right,
But you know I shouldn’t be here,
And I know I shouldn’t be here,
Stars stay out of sight …

Starving for a touch,
A fingerprint to your skin,
I’d swear you smile while you sleep,
Say you’ve walked among these ghosts,
Both your shoes are worn,
This snow day remains our excuse …

But this should feel better,
And this should feel right,
But you know I shouldn’t be here,
And I know I shouldn’t be here,
Stars stay out of sight …

Stay fixed in this moment,
The clock on the ceiling ticks fast,
As morning peers through the curtains,
Can suddenly stand to last,
Blink a loose eyelash away,
And make a wish upon it,
Maybe you will understand,
Hope you see the difference,
Between the moon and the stars …