Lying here in my room
See the glass reflect the moon
Silence driving me insane
Thoughts that echo through my brain
Morning comes and I must face
The emptiness that fills this place
With you no longer living here
I will not wake ’til you reappear
Why can’t I be somewhere far
Away from here on a shooting star?
Flying high through the air
Comatose and unaware
I know I will need to deal
With all the sadness that I feel
And maybe someday I just might
But I only want to dream tonight
Why can’t I be somewhere far
Away from here on a shooting star?
Flying high through the air
Comatose and unaware