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 at start the feel
Oh you're a star dreaming
your life in my palms
Oh out of sky
will I ever make your mind
The sentimental stereotype
That I dreamt you were designed
Went to see me the time to charm me
The sentimental type of guy that feels
Oh you're a star dreaming
your life in my palms
Oh out of sky
will I ever make you mine