Oh My Stars - Andrew Belle

Have a seat upon this branch of mine

It’s been a while, honey, I think I feel fine

I see the question mark, a top your spine

I’ve got a ladder, honey, won’t you let me climb?

Tell me all about your foreign wars

And all about the photographs that line your drawers

'Cause I know a lot about closing doors

But not enough about what opens up yours

Oh, my, my

Oh, my stars

Everything you see is ours

Or it could be if you would try

I wish you would, I wish you might

If everything you’ve said to me has been true

Then all my stars are leading me to you

Have a seat upon this branch of mine

It’s been a while, honey, won’t you take your time?

And I see the question mark, a top your spine

I’ve got a ladder, honey, won’t you let me climb?

Oh, my, my

Oh, my stars

Everything you see is ours

Or it could be if you would try

I wish you would, I wish you might

If everything you’ve said to me has been true

Then all my stars are leading me to you

Oh, my, my

Oh, my stars

Oh, my, my

Oh, my stars

Oh, my, my

Oh, my stars

Oh, my, my

Oh, my stars

Oh, my, my

Oh, my stars

Oh, my, my

Oh, my stars