Planets And Stars

She's got flowers tattooed on her wrist
She never smiles when she talks, it's bliss
And I've heard her talking 'bout planets and stars
What would it take for us to live in oneOh my, oh myShe's got flowers tattooed on her wrist
And she never smiles when she talks, it's bliss
I'm trying to hold on the sight of her hair
That blue-greenish colour that suits her so wellOh my, oh my, if I could drawA map of a place only I know
Where people buy silly things and smoke cigars
They meet underground to talk planets and starsHer chest lights up wherever she goes
The room has no colour 'cause she steals it all
Keeping in silence she smiles on her own
She finds it funny, how I can't talkOh my, oh my, if I could drawDraw a map of a place only I know
Where people buy silly things and smoke cigars
They meet underground to talk planets and starsOh my, oh my
Oh my, oh myOh my, oh my, if I could draw
I'd draw her a map of a place only I knowWhere people buy silly things and smoke cigars
They meet underground to talk planets and stars
Suddenly wake up, oh on my kneesNow that I know that she doesn't exist