Planets and Stars

She's got flowers tattooed on her wrist

She never smiles when she talks, it's bliss

I've heard her talking 'bout planets and stars

What would it take for us to live in one?

Oh, my, oh, my

She's got flowers tattooed on her wrist

And she never smiles when she talks, it's bliss

I'm tryna hold on the sight of her hair

Of that blue-greenish color that suits her so well

Oh, my, oh, my, if I could draw

I'd draw her map of a place only I know

Where people buy silly things and smoke cigars

They meet underground to talk planets and stars

And her chest lights up wherever she goes

The room has no color 'cause she steals it all

Keeping in silence, she smiles on her own

She finds it funny how I can't talk

Oh, my, oh, my, if I could draw

Draw her a map of a place only I know

Where people buy silly things and smoke cigars

They meet underground to talk planets and stars

Oh, my, oh, my

Oh, my, oh, my

Oh, my, oh, my, if I could draw

I'd draw her a map of a place only I know

Where people buy silly things and smoke cigars

They meet underground to talk planets and stars

Suddenly wake up, oh, how I needs

Now that I know that she doesn't exist