Rows and Rows of Stars

Your lips are like two lines of filament, copper fire

Underneath these rows and rows of stars

The air crackles tonight, with words unsaid and moonlight

Underneath these rows and rows of stars

Ch: Before my eyes, before my eyes

Before my eyes, eyes, eyes

Lightning strikes and then it shakes the foundation
Then you wake underneath these rows and rows of stars
If every word you said was worth fifty cents
I'd have enough to pay my rent
Underneath these rows and rows of stars


Ch: Before my eyes , before my eyes
Before my eyes, eyes, eyes

Empty bottles sing tonight, to old loves and midnights
Underneath these rows and rows of stars
Of stars, of stars


Copyright 2015 Thea Hopkins