i am much too far
to know what is written in the stars
but i face the glow of the moon
and i can hear it sing of you
this cloudy fog in the air
surrounds my head and space
the explosions in the sky
like specks of dust on my face
i can trace the lines of my palm
but i will never know my fate
i hope somewhere in the universe
we are connected by a chain
intertwined by every link
as the crescent moon begins to sink
when the rising sun begins to bleed
promise you will think of me
