I wished on a star
wrote you a song
gave you a book of poems
I built a throne for you
I took you away
covered your eyes
tried to drink all your sorrows
I laid hands on you
If I'd known the truth
that you were only seeking refuge
and my world was new
yes my world seemed far less cruel
I'd not have bartered my days
for my world would also come to age
and you'd go away
Back to his arms,
for now they're warm
the place where you belong
I saw you today, you were outside
saw you in your garden
through the yellow windows of the evening bus
I said to my friend, you were the one
who taught me to say "I love you"
but now I can't say "trust".
But you knew the truth,
I was building worlds around you
I could not hear you cry
for I placed you on a throne far too high
So I could not see you fall
So there was no way for me to ever catch you
While my back was turned
You had flown, back to his arms
the place where you belong.
I'm alone on this stage
where love had been played
curtains close, you're in your home
I close the show for you
I'll pack up the dream
lock up that room
take off all of my makeup
I built a throne for you
"We" knew the truth,
that we were only seeking refuge
Our would seemed new
now our world seems just as cruel
as we've bartered our days in vein
for our world would also come to age
and you'd go away... back to his arms
for now they're warm.
The place where you belong.
I wished on a star
wrote you a song
gave you a book of poems
I built a throne for you
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth