well maybe now we both are faded, grown
grey in our downtrodden troughs
and say we won’t burn quite as brightly
as we did when we first fell in love
(in separate pasts, in separate months)
but hey, we both are drawn to night skies
filled with lights and signs and promise,
and say, we’re both drawn to each other
maybe ‘cos we saw another light like us
that’s hushed and snuffed?
but stuff that screwed us up’s not worth
thought more than this.
And This is all I want to say:
come away with me
and stay forever under all those starlit signs
I’ll always want you more than ever
after all, this – you and I.