Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.
How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.
Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.
Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.
What is there to say about what's already been taken away? You don't see me and all I see is you
You've never dreamed but of others when I have only dreamed of you
You've only longed for peace and love and things that are easy to get while I have longed for you
Tell me you're sorry and I'll ask why
You don't love me will be your reply
I don't think I could ever not love you
Or at least dream things could happen again
Maybe that's too hopeful
I have no way of finding out
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