From the orbit above,
The light from Betelgeuse,
Pecks at your back,
As you ride the night time express,

Trying to watch over you,
Trying to trample over you.

We met in a meadow,
Somewhere far away,
But I can’t even seem,
To remember your name.

The asphalt is melting,
From the blazing sunlight.
It’s beginning to represent,
Crafted candy in our own image.

Our frozen hands,
Are about to burn away.

We met in a meadow,
Somewhere far away,
But I can’t even seem,
To remember your words.

We were able to meet again,
In that meadow so far away,
And I took your hand.

We met at a milestone,
Somewhere far away,
I’ll hold your name close to my chest,
If I can just do that,
It’ll be enough.