The stars are falling, but I do not see where they are.
The shooting star has fallen, and I did not make a wish.
My chance to see you once more was the wish I am looking for.
I know that cannot be, but it seems good for me.
To know that maybe there where a chance I get to see your face.
I get to see your heavenly eyes, to touch your smooth skin.
The things I took for granted are the ones that keep me up at night.
They are the nightmares that lives in my beautiful dreams.
Misconception 