Draw a line through the stars,
Dot to dot with a blunt chewed pencil,
Sew up hearts black and blue,
Inject the red dye back,
Wait for him round the corner,
He'll be right there with his guitar

Then we'll
Dance across the fields
Jump across the puddles
Stir coffee with pens
Lick them dry
Spill the cup
Strip off in the rain
Wear each others clothes

Then we'll
Lie side by side
In a field full of moonshine
Chirping crickets and centuries lost
Daisies yet unpicked
Cherry blossom never bloomed
Grass gets up your nose
So roll onto your stomach
And just hold my hand

Then we'll
Try not to cry
Can you try?
Because we'll say we love each other
Can you try?
Can you say it and mean it this time?

Because the sky is crisscrossed
(ruined)
with lines
The moonshine is dented
(ruined)
with time
His guitar is worn from songs for her
Her lips are worn from kisses for him

When a boy met his girl,
When a girl met her boy,
They wanted to die in each others arms
But couldn't quite erase
The lines joining the stars
Couldn't quite understand
The links between their hearts

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