It is hard to open up your heart,
When all that is left are bruises and scars.
You can wish on all the stars,
So you won't fall apart.
And I'm writting your name on all the constellation,
From big and small dipper to that distant Orion.
Maybe they'll all line up to make a formation,
And fall one by one to my horizon.
P.s. Am starting to brew this new song about the Fish.
This is just the plot...
I guess.