hang the stars above your eyes, where morning dawn breaks
and even in summer, make the nights as cold as winter snow flakes.
take down the smog from out whitened blue skies,
where birds wings fly from mountain to the next.
and finally all the way to the place where your dreams take us,
guide us to someplace hidden behind closed doors.
and we'll watch the children play their colored games,
upon boat decks covered with water from our white washed clouds,
that cover our hanging stars
love
[your english is good- tokyo police club]
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