You burn hotter than any hand can touch,

You shine brighter than the eye can view,

and I know, to you, I can't give much.

Falling in love with the sun, I should have knew...

So far away from the world I'm in,

can you see me far out there?

I can find comfort in this bottle of Gin,

a vice for witch I'll never care.

They told me your adress was out of range.

Yet I'm left with no credit or cash,

because I mailed you a heart with my only change,

in moments you'll burn it to ash.

How can you know when you shine so bright,

What I look like way down here.

Hoping for just one sight,

Before my heart's burnt clear.