I’ve collected up blue stars
I have ripped them from his belt
Up in the clear sky
Out in the black night
I've wrapped them up in leaves
That I’ve gathered from our street
Here on a half hill
In light of the windmill
I’ll always burn a light for you
Of the constant kind (Of the constant kind)
I always burn a light for you
I have asked the sun to sink
All the birds to cease their singing
To close up this long day
Draw blinds on it's mistakes
I have ordered all the words
To surround you and speak in turn
The best that they dare state
The things that I can’t say
I’ll always burn a light for you
Of the constant kind (Of the constant kind)
I always burn a light for you
Oh the city homes are all alight
And the sky has filled itself with night
I will steal these things away For us both