The Cure

She follows me down to the sound of the sea
Slips to the sand and stares up at me
"is this how it happens? is this how it feels?
Is this how a star falls?
Is this how a star falls?"
The night turns as I try to explain
Irresistable attraction and orbital plane
"or maybe it's more like a moth to a flame?"
She brushes my face with her smile
"forget about stars for a while... "
As she melts...
Meanwhile millions of miles away in space
The incoming comet brushes jupiter's face
And disappears away with barely a trace...