Sam Airey - The stars

Back then it alm^Dmost felt Heaven s^A#ent With sl^Gmow dancing models In a chi^Amlds ornament Kept spi^Dmnning our heads full of st^A#ars Dont kn^Gmow what we had But we k^Amnew it was ours With one ha^Dmnd on the small of her ^A#back The oth^Gmer in hers, as we mo^Amved to the track That was play^Dming in our heads all al^A#ong The symph^Gmony silent, a be^Amautiful song We were lov^Dmers, we were doomed from the st^A#art It was al^Gml broken clockwork, the d^Amancers both fall apart Maybe it w^Dmas a dream, and ^A#I just woke up The g^Dmirl sits alone with her ^A#art See^Gmms her words are the only way To me^Amnd her broken heart Like her l^Dmife is the fiction not f^A#ound Her real im^Gmage in writing is st^Amaring straight back Her prota^Dmgonist has broken ho^A#pe The type^Gmwriter pause, then the wor^Amds come out slowly Like tear^Dmdrops, fall on the pa^A#ge In an ins^Gmtant her soul, rel^Ameased from its cage

You were la^Dmying there dying Like the e^A#nd of a western Saying t^Gmell me what europe is l^Amike I said t^Dmell me yourself, we can g^A#o when you feel right At the c^Dmoast, every star seems so ne^A#ar But you wou^Gmldn't know each, had been g^Amone all those years And the oc^Dmean rose on like a dr^A#eam And in^Gmto the distance, for^Amever it seems