Near me, I'll keep my mouth shut
you look fine I say it again
surrounded by familiar sounds
yellow-red, heads turning back and forth
so is mine, concealing the direction of my eyes
shy, bald but still too young,
under a moonlit sky it works out fine
shooting stars use to keep our hopes alive

Come on, give me a sign
you look fine, i say it again
surrounded by a growing sound
the darkest blue reminds me of when we
were still there, in front of them, where they could only stare
and the night was still so young
under a moonlit sky it works out fine
shooting stars use to keep our hopes alive
is it now?