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