Stars
Twist
A little tuft
Of hair
And bam!
Running
Running
Fifteen thousand
Of these, and two
Of those
Then arriving in stillness
Like a wild motorboat
When the engine cuts off
Stars glisten
Across the expanse
And I am forever held
Twist
A little tuft
Of hair
And bam!
Running
Running
Fifteen thousand
Of these, and two
Of those
Then arriving in stillness
Like a wild motorboat
When the engine cuts off
Stars glisten
Across the expanse
And I am forever held