I used to hear your lips sound cross the silence of the night
And wished night owls and breeze would hold their breath.

I would wait for a laughter make me sure you were alive
And avoid uncertainties haunting my head.

this fading light you see tells us no light again will come.
I wonder how he let coins rattling turn hearts into stones.
I still can hear the sound of doors that close to never open.
And horses breathing for someone whose rowdy words were spoken.

For my sighs you can't wish upon the stars.
You can't see them from where you're now.
From my sighs you can't wish upon the stars.
And no wish's fulfilled if you're not out.

When our inspiring pain
We don't need to invent,
Badly written lines fill the fireplace.
Now that our inspiring pain
We don't need to invent,
Would my poor ink lines find you home someday?

For my sighs you can't wish upon the stars.
You can't see them from where you're now.
From my sighs you can't wish upon the stars.
And no wish's fulfilled if you're not out

We used to think of mutiny as kind of fuel for our lives.
To think of it in churches was no sin.

We used to aim our anger on those we thought were just a lie.
In a certain way i'm sure they're just like me.

this fading light you see tells us no light again will come.
I wonder how he let coins rattling turn hearts into stones.
I still can hear the sound of doors that close to never open.
And horses breathing for someone whose rowdy words were spoken.

For my sighs you can't wish upon the stars.
You can't see them from where you're now.
From my sighs you can't wish upon the stars.
And no wish's fulfilled if you're not out