Star - The White Birch

You danced to glow

The starlit snow.

Follow the tide

Of the black hole inside.

And I know by heart,

The steepest part

Of the shooting star, is sinking still…

And some say, «We all dance alone».

They dance out of style,

Like teenaging sighs.

And you kiss me like a frog,

And I part like a dog.

And I know by heart,

I found the part

Of the shooting star, is sinking still…

And some say, «We all dance alone».