When I look at the stars, I see yours to the left
When I look down at the lake, Memories and reflections of you and
me seem like a mistake
When I look down at my shoes your names on writtin on the side
And when I look at the tree
I see your name and mine inscribed
And when I look in my heart, what do i see
little cracks and hems and you name is each scrape of them
