Planets and Stars

She’s got flowers tattooed on her wrist
She never smiles when she talks, it’s bliss
And 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 trying to hold on the sight of her hair
That blue-greenish colour that suits her so well
Oh my, oh my, if I could draw
A map of a place only I know
Where people buy silly things and smoke cigars
They meet underground to talk planets and stars
Her chest lights up wherever she goes
The room has no colour '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 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 on my knees
Now that I know that she doesn’t exist