I hope you know there were no stars before you
I'd look up, streetlights blocked my view
Late Easter sunday took me out at night
Even clouds couldn't hide the moonlight's bright
I was holding my breath while you were holding my hand
Making scattered footprints in the dirty sand
The warmth of your arms and the wind in my hair
The mud on my jeans, I'd forgotten to care
How could we know as the night unfurled
You would give me the sky and I would make you the world
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