Rows and Rows of Stars
Your lips are like two lines of filament, copper fire
Underneath these rows and rows of stars
The air crackles tonight, with words unsaid and moonlight
Underneath these rows and rows of stars
Ch: Before my eyes, before my eyes
Before my eyes, eyes, eyes
Lightning strikes and then it shakes the foundation
Then you wake underneath these rows and rows of stars
If every word you said was worth fifty cents
I'd have enough to pay my rent
Underneath these rows and rows of stars
Ch: Before my eyes , before my eyes
Before my eyes, eyes, eyes
Empty bottles sing tonight, to old loves and midnights
Underneath these rows and rows of stars
Of stars, of stars
Copyright 2015 Thea Hopkins