Sitting On a Star

Glittering silver of solitude

In the darkest whisk of blue purple

Just the enchantment of fulfilling your wish

The wish you made to be there

Just sitting on a star

With clothes of laced velvet

And a clear mind to think

Not just five but a circle of points

Extending transversely of their core

Giving the glisten to your hair and eyes

That show your anguish to be there

Just sitting on a star

With clothes of laced velvet

And you think who you are

Sunday nights can't be all that they seem

When you get there you'll know what I mean

When you've reached it you can find peace and truth

Two things so hard to find here

Making your life so worth living to the end

Live on a throne now that you're there

Just sitting on a star

With clothes of laced velvet

And you think where you are