ferrydust

The first star I see, may not be a star.
We can’t do a thing but wait, so let’s wait for one more.

And the time, such clumsy time, deciding if it’s time..
I’m careful but not sure how it goes..
You can lose yourself in your courage.

When the time we have now ends,
when the big hand goes round, again,
can you still feel the butterflies?
Can you still hear the last goodnight?

And the mindless comfort grows, when I’m alone with my “great” plans..
And this is what she said gets her through it:
If I don’t let myself be happy now, then when?
If not now, when?
...the time we have now ends.
When the big hand goes round, again.
Can you still feel the butterflies?
Can you still hear the last goodnight?

I close my eyes and believe
wherever you are, angel for
—when the time we have now ends,
and when the big hand goes round, again..
Can you still feel the butterflies?
Can you still hear the last goodnight?

When the time we have now ends…