Testo Planets And Stars

She's got flowers tattooed on her wrist
She never smiles, when she does it's bliss
I've heard her talking about planets and stars
She wonders what would it take for us to live in one

Oh my, oh my...

She's got flowers tattooed on her wrist She never smiles, when she does it's bliss
I'm trying to hold on a sight of her hair
Of that blue greenish colour that suits her so well

Oh my, oh my, if I could draw
I'd draw her a map of a place only I know
Where people buy silly things and smoke cigars
They meet underground to talk 'bout planets and stars

Her chest lights up wherever she goes
The room has no colour 'cause she steals it all
Keeping in silent, she smiles on her own
She finds it funny how I can't talk

Oh my, oh my, if I could draw I'd draw her a map of a place only I know
Where people buy silly things and smoke cigars
They meet underground to talk 'bout planets and stars
Oh my, oh my, if I could draw
I'd draw her a map of a place only I know
Where people buy silly things and smoke cigars
They meet underground to talk 'bout planets and stars

I suddenly wake up
Oh, how I miss
Now that I know that she doesn't exist