Here are we
On this starry night staring into space
And I must say
I feel as small as dust
Lying down here
What point could there be troubling
Head down wondering what will
become of me
Why concern we cannot see
But no reason to abandon it
Time is short but that's all right
Maybe I'll go out in the middle of the night
Take your hands from your eyes, my love
Everything must come to an end sometime
Don't burn the day away
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Jake Booher gave props (18 Aug 2009):
seriously makes me sad.
Also by Caroline Schnabl
