A with Living

Lying down beneath the stars alone at last, I rest
Feeling right, feels good but being right is best
Upshooting stars have their effect, perfect things left lain
Oft our hands are held as perfect as our sleep

Heavy hearts come hold our hands took at last to understand
That light and dark are rust and all the rest is dust

If we can't, it's understood that we never could
The stars still helped when we fell would our hands do what they should
What they turn from green to brown as any child would tell
What makes the sound, what shakes the ground, it is the greatest

Heavy hearts come hold our hands, the planets help you understand
Light and dark are on and off and all that's left is us