You’re the sun, you’ve never seen the nightBut you hear its song from the mornin
You’re the sun, you’ve never seen the night But you hear its song from the morning birds Well, I’m not the moon, I’m not even a star But awake at night I’ll be singing to the birds
It will only be a matter of time until her lungs fill up with flowers.
“ .” is what they always say. As a consolation, I presume.