They say that fate is written in the stars
But all that have I seen are cloudy skies
We lock our dreams away in plastic jars
That dance on window sills, like fireflies
In half-remembered thoughts we lose ourselves
On hazy restless early winter nights
We place our sacred moments up on shelves
And say a prayer before we dim the lights
So please don’t speak to me of fate and night
Or dreams that never know the light of day