Silvy sets down her cigarette
when she pulls out her hair
and takes two steps to the fireplace
where she falls to the bare floor
she fell in love on a wednesday night
by a lake on the moon
the bats alight and the stones arise
when they sing a tune by the shore
this must be what stars were made for
this must be what stars were made for
to reveal and make known
that their heart is your own
to know all about of
what it means to be loved
to look up at the sky
with your love by your side
and your hand being held
by the one whom you fell in love with
this must be what stars were made for
Silvy wakes in a pool of tears
and her hair on the ground
she slowly stands up and turns her head
to the sound at the door
they fell asleep in eachother’s arms
and let the dew coat their skin
she didn’t care when in his embrace
she did not know what was in store
