In the dead of the night, we would stare at the stars, at the stars A strange light will take and illuminate And for the moment we'll forget who we are In a flash, I'll be thrown and have to crawl through the dark on my own And the silence I'll take, But I'll keep plucking my strings all the same When I wake, you'll be there with a smile and your hand reaching down And we go to the movies and kiss in your car, in your car And I watch as you tend to your trinkets and play with your hair We will float, we will fly, (I'll look) at you till there's nothing else there When you blink, You will find that she's left you Behind, swept up in a wave on the breeze In the night, she will turn by the delicate wind You knew it too well as you knew it back then You will stop, you will pick up a pen