Twinkle, twinkle there's stars in your eyes, what a touch of magic with a sprinkle of delight,standing on a hilltop gazing at the night sky; how I wonder why, I love you.
O what a sight o what a sound, you keep my feet firmly on the ground. With a touch of magic and that sweet caress, I feel like the king of obsession and finess. Your smile is a distraction, and an infection in my ego that's in need of correction as I anticipate your next move. It's like a detonation, all out innihilation, a blast from the past of history; yes your love is a mystery.
A rolling locomotion, causing all this commotion, steaming down the track, you're running out of steam; now there's no way back. Why did you break my heart, when I loved you from the start, is it desperation, manipulation or s imple twist of fate, no matter how hard I try, I always have to wait. While you contemplate your ideas about your fears, just because you know that I loved you so.
Twinkle, twinkle there's star dust in your eyes, what's this touch of magic, with a sprinkle of delight, sitting on a roof-top wishing you could fly; how I hoped we would be together, until the day we die. The days we shared together in all kinds of stormy weather covered head to toe in freezing rain; I try with out success to hide away the pain.
Kissing under the stars, in the dead of night, eating sherbet dip kissing sweet lips, watching the city from the hilltops hardly hearing a sound, looking up at starry night skies as I lay with you upon the ground. I have memories of you and me happy as can be.
Dancing to the sound of a jazz-funk remedy, eating candy coated kisses throwing pennies in the pond for wishes, for what we would like to be.
When I look back I remember the feelings of intimacy. And the time we sat together and listened to just another spring time melody.
