tonight i am going to let the cold air
contour around the planes of
my fingers will stretch upward
'cause i still haven't found what i'm searching for
and the scars sticking out of my skin
will serve as my
can you see them?
they almost outweigh the stars in
will you stand with me, dear?
with you i think i'll shine a little
i will stand and watch in awe
while the wind whisps brunette locks
across that lovely face of your's
and i will smile.
because perhaps, just perhaps
i've found what i've been searching for.