When I talk to her I see shooting stars
and the night it flows
as it comes and goes
but one thing sure and one thing steady
this love I feel, the assurance I’m ready
to go where those shooting stars land
out of sight but still holding her hand.
Is how it feels
in those instances
where distance is
so great we use the phone
But your voice can take me home
to where those shooting stars now roam.
After all, we are both alien
you and me.
So let our voices set us free
So like ET we use the phone
to, for a while, feel at home.
Cuz when we’re talking
the sky I’m marking
with my sight for an escape
to your lips with mine ornate.
There’s a future with you and me
in those shooting stars I see.