I don't know who you are, where you live or what you like But I tried to reach the end of what you touch and feel I saw you once, you looked tired, lonely player getting high We stepped in silence out of a crowd, by staring up then we could start to feel You're a star, dream in your light, in my palms Outer sky, will I ever make you mine? This sentimental stereotype, that I dreamt you were this eyes When to see me, the time to charm me, this sentimental kind of guy I feel, feel You're a star, dream in your light, in my palms Outer sky, will I ever make you mine? Outer sky, will I ever make you mine? Outer sky, will I ever make you mine? Outer sky, will I ever make you mine?
