I’m still surrounded by these four blank walls
Every picture I’ve painted has been taken down
The only difference: I don’t forget the stars anymore
I still believe they will never collapse
Maybe I’m just naive, but I wish and wish and wish
Why am I so unsure?
Why do both the past and future haunt me now?
[Repeat x5:]
Maybe I’ll leave this town when my fears become too strong
Maybe I’ll leave this town when the last star falls