Besedila: Mary Gauthier. Drag Queens In Limousines. Our Lady Of The Shooting Stars.

Our Lady of the Shooting Stars
Was that you last night?
Did we dance a whispered waltz,
Did I hold you in my sight?
When morning came with open arms
She lifted you from me,
The sunlight burned my eyes away
And now I cannot see.

Our Lady of the Shooting Stars
As I face the early light
All that I can think of now
Is joining you in flight
But I have followed gypsy's, girl
And lost my way back home
I've held the phoenix to my chest
And ended up alone.

If I move to you
Will you move to me?
If I move to you
Will you move to me?

Our Lady of The Shooting Stars
Teach me how to know
I want to feel my thoughts go dark
And rest inside your flow.
I'll awaken without fear
And breathe the cool clean air,
With your words upon my lips
Your will becomes my prayer

If I move to you
Willyou move to me?
If I move to you
Will you move to me?

Our Lady of the Shooting Stars
Look what you have done
You've led me to the water's edge,
Running from sun.
Are you in the briny mist?
Do Seagulls scream your name?
Their wings suspended by your love,
Or do I reach for you in vain?

If I move to you
Will you move to me?
If I move to you
Will you move to me?