Stardust
Israel Bianchi
There's stardust on your skin that makes my mind conspire
Some way to turn your red light on
Can’t you see? I’m trying again and again
Walking through blossoming glass
Still so paralized
Searching ways to cut these knots
Can’t you see the blood behind the scars?
The sun goes down again and I never even got up
You said it’s never too late
Life goes by so fast and the seasons will also pass
But joy will surely come to you
Can’t you see? I’m trying again and again