You were my star all these years ago
With me in the night when I was low
I find myself looking for you
In all the wrong faces, terrible faces
Has my imagination got it wrong
When the night gets dark and people go to bed
That's when the thoughts start to run through my head
Things are getting scary
These thoughts are not healthy
If I take one of my sleeping pills
I know the next night I'll be awake still
Counting all the stars that are glowing in the dark
I am being torn apart
You were my star all those years ago
With me in the night when I was low
I find myself looking for you
In all the wrong faces, terrible faces
Or has my imagination got it wrong
Counting all the stars that are glowing in the dark
I am being torn apart
You were my star all those years ago
With me in the night when I was low
I find myself looking for you
In all the wrong faces, terrible faces
Or is my imagination seeing
You in these faces, stuck in these places
Or was there an explanation all along