That night, when my head was back,
counting stars in the awesome blackness of the sky,
I remember you wondered at my strangeness –
why I waited so long to leave.
Perhaps love isn’t a thing common
to a child’s heart,
but what I knew then, I still know now:
The rest is up to you.
counting stars in the awesome blackness of the sky,
I remember you wondered at my strangeness –
why I waited so long to leave.
Perhaps love isn’t a thing common
to a child’s heart,
but what I knew then, I still know now:
The rest is up to you.