I rise with a star, and just a little more gentlyIt's quiet in here, just a little solace down to youAnd as she sat, more or less cigarettes, too thin, yes, too gentlyLeave one adjoined inShe wore her scars like a religionThey were the armour of her skin, which when you leftOn the powder must make up for somethingHe felt her fingers of his sleeve, he fumbled on his breathAnd she smiles when they leaveHe closed her eyes, they didn't botherTo kiss her fingers tightTiny little fistAnd she brought down a mirror, something to fixHerself, he called his reflectionRecognised someone elseShe was too weak with the clothes, he counted all the secondsIn between and watched her smokeAnd wanted to be nicotineShe came down to say it was rainingIt's never raining very much, and isn't all of thisJust like falling in loveAnd she came down to say it was rainingIt's never raining very much, and isn't all of thisJust like falling in loveAnd she came down to say it was rainingIt's never raining very much, and isn't all of thisJust like falling in loveJust like falling in love*