I want to see your goodness around me But it's got the properties of water - transparent as glass Your goodness is coiled like a fist, Holed up in the back of the attic, Crouched like a cat You said i look like a stone sinking But i am a constellation cut out in the sky And if i have stopped burning Will you know in your lifetime? And should i feel cold and far? And should i feel weightless? I imagine safety in the stars 'Cause you make so many wishes. Do you ever hear what the stars are saying to you?