The times, when you never want to look up. The light’s hidden behind your wall of emotion, It’s still early, but you’re making it so late. The stars, are sprinkles way above, dotted around, the picture it makes, you can never figure. I’d drive through the whole world, just to be near you, but you would never even travel an inch. Because when you let a tear slip out, I little bit of me dies inside. Snow falls through your glassed eyes, dusting over the memories.