She came to me softly, with whispers in her hair like a revelation,
No one could care, there was danger everywhere,
What’s it gonna seem like?
What’s it gonna feel like to be a star?
Dancing on silver lakes.
She came to me softly, with whispers in her hair like a revelation,
No one could care, there was danger in the air,
What’s it gonna seem like?
What’s it gonna feel like to be a star?
Yeah.
Can you see?
Will you look into my side?
Can you see?
Take a look.
