I
saw a star beneath the stairs glowing through the melting walls.
Who will be the first to begin their fall?
Or will we become one?
Am I the star beneath the stairs?
Am I the ghost upon the stage?
Am I your anything?
I saw a star beneath the stairs glowing bright before descent,
and in the morning there is nothing left but what’s inside of me.
And I don’t want to die tonight, will you believe in me?
And I don’t want to fall into the light.
Will you wish upon?
Will you walk upon me?
I don’t want to die tonight.
Will you believe in me tonight?
|
|
|