Film

I walk along the asphalt
Wait for awhile
'Til everything starts to fade
Into the sun

We'll sit still
And watch the cars flicker past
The sidewalk will crumble
And the streetlights will dim gold

You'll split the stars
And throw them like props
Across the floor
We all end up there anyhow

But maybe someday I'll realize
And hang them from silver lines
So we can catch them
And with bare hands, let them fly away.