Venus Is Love

Venus trines at midnight Harvester of our dark side These bright stars are blinding our sight Its the way her face looks in the moonlight We shine bright in this life The Galaxy swoon the Moon It happened way too soon While the Sun flowers were still in bloom They were shooting stars all over her room Boom Boom Sparkles flying all over the sky Doom Reaching blackholes way up high... Thats why the birds cry Why do we have to die? Why, why, do we have to lie? Why cant we just dance in the absent light at night? As planet Earth turns, we burn inside Does anyone know how to operate this flight? We are flying way up high, in the sky And we are all about to die