Looking up upon the stars,
Or are they satellites,
We sit atop the roof tonight,
Your hand in mine,
I hold it tight,
I look and see your smiling face,
Those hopeful eyes they shine,
Our lips they meet,
In soft embrace,
Shooting arrows up my spine,
And in this night I miss you the most,
For you're not really there,
But in my heart,
You're always near,
In this eternal night we share.
