I would say that your smile was like the glow of stars, if only I were singing true. I'd say that we fit together well, if only I could trust enough to bring us through. And I know our love is like fire to ice, and tearfully, dreadfully I melt. It was always you in a different shape that caused my life to a different space. I cry silver spoons you see, glistening back at the listless moon and you use them yourself to scoop me up, place me in a bright yellow bucket, and float me up into the less than great unknown.