By Parv Dube
I dream of the world,
Beyond the skies with you,
Living under the lights of the stars,
Romanticizing the moonlight with you.
Playing like the lil kids,
Using the crescent moon as a slide.
Stars gazing at us,
Feeling jealous of the shine of our love.
There's no plants up there,
We'll be there to sow the seeds of our love.
A plant of our love will grow,
I've got a star of mine to show.
There's no air to breathe up there,
At least there's us to die together.