The drama of an unexpected beginning
Stare out the windows and see if you can see the stars
It feels a lot like winning
Love drenches my dry heart
I stare into your eyes
In a tranquil moment I think
We have the same loves, same despise
Oh. How could that be?
The white moon out side saying
“oh, someday you will see,
even when your not playing
anything can be”
See the city lights out side the otherwise pitch-black window
As my lucky star watches over my sleepers
It looks a bit upside-down
But interpreting it is the harsh glare of the wing light
I’m just flying through
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