I look out my window to a bright starry sky
And I'm wondering if you're looking at the same star as I
You know the one of which I speak
We found it together, that night on the beach
You held me close and I melted away
I was soaring on air for the next seven days
I'd go back to that night, if only I could
We could stay that way forever, like we both know we should
We'd fly through the air like the birds and the bees
And past the second star to the right, above the trees
Straight on until morning, then we'd drift away
You can be Peter, and I'll be Wendy.
