when all the star gazes bloom
and throw their stars around the room
i was waiting for the day
when all the elements conspire
with shiny things that catch the eye
i was waiting for the day
you are the thought that makes me sing
wanna leave all my possessions
it's a rare and precious precious thing
when all the elements conspire
with shiny things that catch the eye
i was waiting for the day
you are the thought that makes me sing
wanna leave all my possessions
it's a rare and precious precious thing
as clear as rain on a street
it shines like bright coloured stone
these things no one can own