Night Lines
I might lay down on a bed of hay
With open eyes I might stay
In amongst the moving stars
Living and living the dream that’s ours
The stars know our story,
Open your eyes, let the stars remind you
...the stars will tell you
I could sail on a moon lit sea
With open eyes so I might be
With the words and telling stars
Reliving a dream, the one that’s ours
The stars know our story,
Open your eyes, let the stars remind you
...the stars will tell you
Who rewrites the sky each night
And make it so that I might
Live again my days with you
Through the stars of each night’s view
The stars know our story so let’em tell you
That’s what the stars do, that’s what the stars do.
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