The December light is fading at my window,nI thought of you last night, I hardly ever do, thoughnWe had a bottle of wine, Nina Simone on the CD,nI watched you chop out a line on the cover of Quiet Days In ClichenNow I don't mean to pretend we meant that much in the endnBut when the stars shine down on me, I hope they're shining down on you, toonnI found that picture I took at the party in Smiler's cellar,nYou've got this faraway look, you'd come dressed as Barbarella,nYou're clinging on to this guy, he’s as high as a satellite,nNo matter how I try I can't seem to shake you out of my mind tonightnNow I don't mean to pretend we meant that much in the endnBut when the stars shine down on me I'm glad they're shining down on you too