Beautiful

Beautiful boy
The stars in your hands
The world at your beck and call
You put on a show
You’re no one’s rival
You are the shepherd, and they are the fold

But where do you go when nobody’s home?
And who do you call when it gets cold?
Maybe it’s a sign that the stars aren’t aligned yet
There’s something in the air that’s calling out to you
Calling out to you...

Calling, calling, calling
Calling out to you in the middle of the night
Hold my, hold my hand

Beautiful girl
Your heart is a rose
Your blessings are manifold
Wherever you go, you give your all
Candlelight for the darkеst of souls

But when will you reach out?
‘cause candlеs they burn out
When will you reap what you have sown?
Maybe it’s a sign that
You suffer in silence
There’s something in the air that’s calling out to you
Calling out to you...

Calling, calling, calling
Calling out to you in the middle of the night
Hold my, hold my hand

You feel it in the wind that blows
It’s apparent, and coming close
And it’s the start of something beautiful...

Yeah...

Calling, calling, calling
Calling out to you in the middle of the night
Hold my, hold my hand