Your lighthouse over a peak, I sit shining eyes on your mountains, and two by two you grasp our hands tight, and you're shimmering, sparkling, phosphorescent light, and one by one I know your dreams are mine, it's like trying to catch a dream, it circles and it screams, I don't want to be bruised and winded, I'll be the fruit you left untended, cause all of my worries and my stars are open wide, and all I know, right before dark, through short pauses of breathing, you sit and sympathize, you sit and sympathize, and a sparkling, a fire in water, and I propose that you speak now, remember who lives now, you're keeping my head down, it's like trying to catch a dream, it's simple and it's clean, I don't want to be bruised and winded, I'll be the fruit you left untended, cause all of my worries and my stars are open wide, all of my worries and my stars are open wide, all of my worries and my stars are open wide