Lyrics
I don't know who you are
Where you live or what you like
But I try to reach the end
Of what you touch and feel
I saw you once, you looked tired
Lonely player, get in line
We stepped in silence out of the crowd
By staring at the week start, to feel
Feel
Oh, you're star
Dreaming your light in my palms
Oh, out of the sky
Will I ever make you mine?
The sentimental stereotype
That I dreamed you were designed
Went to see me at the time to charm me
The sentimental kind of guy who feels
Feels
Oh, you're star
Dreaming your light in my palms
Oh, out of the sky
Will I ever make you mine?
Feel, feel
Feel
