Where is my burning star?
Far from my vantage
Strictly vintage
And precisely a privilege
Possibly too far
Or too obstructed
But you are there
I know it
Where is my bright light?
You know the Night gives me
Quite the Fright without you,
My big bright light
My big bright light.
Please perpetuate this evening
And bring it by in the morning.
I'm absolutely feigning my feuding
The light is soothing.
Sweet success as a child
Tastes as chocolate gold coins
But you see as they grow
They become to some reviled
And exiled and only spoken of in
Argot.
As if abandoned by the light.
As if abandoned by the light.
