Star, Child

I put my warmest hand on you
Try clear my voice to tell you

Oh if all the love that I have for you would explode over me
All my clothes become wet
But he knows I know so well how to swim in the dark
As my bones turn into liquorice in his arms wrapped around me
In a way I only know know how to be

Warmest hand on me
Sweetest voice sings to me

Oh if all the love that I have for you would explode over us
All our clothes become wet
But I'm sure they will dry soon in the sun
As our insides coil with each other up into the sky
In a way we only know now how to be

Should I sing you a song though it could bring you down?
Is there a point in worrying if something lies beneath?
He was the star's child, it was no mystery
But now he's the star, child, in his own galaxy

Oh does it mean that he doesn't see?
Oh does it mean he doesn't feel?
He doesn't feel you
Oh does it mean that he is gonna leave you?