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
The souls that never learn to see the light
Their fate will be to dream this life away