Alex T

I don't know who you are Where you live or what you like But I try to reach the end of what you touch and feel I saw you once you looked tired Lonely player get in line We stepped in silence out of the crowd By staring at the week at start the feel Oh you're a star dreaming your life in my palms Oh out of sky will I ever make your mind The sentimental stereotype That I dreamt you were designed Went to see me the time to charm me The sentimental type of guy that feels Oh you're a star dreaming your life in my palms Oh out of sky will I ever make you mine