And so I broke my back, and the stars cried
and my hands were too small to catch the light
and you laughed and laughed at the back of my mind
For every wanderer, some stars collide
and me and you would never ignite
I begged the earth to hold me tight
But God doesn't talk back and heaven turned out to be blindingly bright.
Followed by ghosts, metaphorically I froze
And traced us down on the way back home
Carved their beliefs in sand, while I carve mine into stone
Tonight my luster shines brighter than it's ever shone
I can break a body that's been bent from bone to bone
Yet so much depends upon the fate the stars wrote for you.
And so much, depends upon the fingers interlacing yours
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