I walk a precarious line
of what-ifs and buts
the stars are out of reach
but in your hand you hold my constellation
Orion's belt
fastening me in place
we can only hope for a letdown
crash and burn for the times to come
pretty picture of washed away water color
still frame of your face
all it takes is a smile
and I'm head over heels once again
for you… and the truth you posses
take heed for what you say
I'm hanging on to every word
just a single thread
swinging in your night sky