Infinity Street

I’ve collected up blue stars, I have ripped them from his belt

Up in the clear sky, Out in the black night

I have wrapped them all in leaves, That I’ve gathered from our street

Here on a half hill, In light of a windmill

I’ll always burn a light for you

Of the constant kind, of the constant kind

I’ll always burn a light for you

I have asked the sun to sink, All the birds to cease their singing

And close up this long day, Draw blinds on its mistakes

I have ordered all the words, To surround you and speak in turn

The best that they dare state, The things that I can’t say

I’ll always burn a light for you

Of the constant kind, of the constant kind

I’ll always burn a light for you

Of the constant kind, of the constant kind

I’ll always burn a light for you

Oh the city homes are all alight

And the sky does fill itself with night

I will steal these things away for us both