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as the last ciggarette burns down to the filter i stay staring straight into the midnight sky/we've been sitting here for 2 hours, small conversation break up the comfortable silence/staring...staring...the twinkle of the brightest star catches my eye, but still find myself stealing a glance at her,lying there, staring up at the same night sky, she keeps her focus on the sky, while i keep my focus on her/the ciggarette burns out, im still staring at her, as the smoke disappates, the scent of her perfume fills my nose, and im drunk off of her/small details, as i trace her profile with my eye, like how she doesnt need to fully smile for her dimples to show or how her hair falls over her eye and she sweeps them away/every sight, beautiful, every movement, graceful, the moment is perfect/no words are spoken, but we share laughs and giggles, momentary smiles when our eyes meet/every breath i take, i inhale a memory, a thought of the moment/no words are spoken, but i know exactly what she's thinking, concentrate on the star/concentrate on the stars, i keep tellin myself, but im staring at her/i could careless, about the shooting stars, b'cuz im staring at my own personal star/i want to tell her "you have my heart, always have..."/but i do not want to rush, but when it feels this right its almost what you want to do/but i hold back/hold back, not to disturb this comfortable silence.