Your age is the number of times you have orbited around the sun
And maybe that’s why your flames burn higher than mine
And leaves me com-busting at a slower rate
To absorb your heat
Because I am cold, old, planet
And I don’t have any light
You, make the dark illuminate with such high density
That I fear my eyes will know nothing than your sooty imprints
Such are the galaxies so many, so far away
Yet you are close to me
And I cannot touch you
This is my life, orbiting with you
And I hope that no shooting Star lands in between us
Because dead stars don’t really give me hope
For it’s your shine that only reaches
And maybe by the time you’ll end
The rays will take even longer to travel, to me
And I’ll love you
Even though you’ll be gone
