Dying StarI worry that when the time comesWhen I learn to stand on my own two feetWith the shoes that you've given meI may forget how to live without you. I mean, think about it will you,Now I see that the world is spinningAnd I can feel my weight on the groundBut wait, then suddenly, you're not around?I worry that when, finally, the time comesAnd I look back at the grassy barrenI may have to leave your lightThat continues a dying star.And how unfair it is for you and IThat you are to push me onto another lieWhen I know when I hold her I hold her trueKnowing fully well that all I'll ever see isyou.
StayWhenever i look to sleepInto short dreams and darkness deepI look for your silence in the airKnowing I'll find but nothing thereHoping my words would reach the beginningOf whatever vice I'm clearly sinningOf the beginning of whatever world'd be;Frost's pasture- for you, and me.And whenever you say my name I knowThe extent of what tracks I'd dare goAnd when you stay wherever nearI wouldn't mind staying here.And I wouldn't mind staying here.
Just hereDon't you find it so ironic?Here I am looking to beWhatever image I'd planned for meAnd yet, look, you seeI simply cannot stand beingWithout reach of you.And now I look to youTo look for me tooWhenever the trees whisperAnd the children whimperAnd all my love and all my wordsSimply cannot live without youAnd I know I may use the same wordsThe same cliches you've already heardAnd perhaps some you've heard from meAlready and yet, remains, singfullyWords I frantically string to and toWords to spell out my love for youFor I may have lost my way yetAnd whatever lyrics I had I forgetAnd compliments fail to express me clearI choose to stay wherever you're nearFor life, for love, for the future drearI will always be just right here.