Standard (EADGBE)
Let out a final gasp of hope
Into a darling gay world
There it goes
Doubt it if they'll even know
I'm gone
The recipe of words
On how to be welcome
To a heart
Dodge the bombs each time
And you blink
You don't notice
Tiny stars falling on your land
Well, I'm so beclouded
In your room
This can't be real
I could count a hundred times
That I've followed your ghost
Into bed
Or shook the reciever so
A hint of your voice might fall out
After 21 years
Of waiting for this I come
To find that
A day is enough for you
To ask me to leave
You don't notice
Tiny stars falling on your land
Well, I'm so beclouded
In your room
Whispering, "This can't be real"
Unless you lied
Unless you lied
Let out a final gasp of hope
Into a darling gay world
There it goes
Doubt it if they'll even know
I'm gone
You don't notice
Tiny stars falling on your land
Well, I'm so beclouded
In your room
Whispering, "This can't be real"