Nightvisits

I feel the stars cry tonight
I feel their tears on my skin
Cutting me open slow
Making me bleed on the snow

Cold streets echo my song
Only for me to hear
As the moon greets me warmly
At your house on the front door

I'd knock and then I could see you
I'd call, you'd come running down the stairs
But what am I to do with the tears
And the way the stars shriek

So I sit under your window
Watch the sun rise, the moon dissapear
As I dry the star tears
And count my mistakes