• Away from the city,
    The polluting lights,
    The noisy cars,
    The regular sights.

    The skies are clear,
    The stars I see;
    The only thing
    Connecting you and me.

    Cassiopeia's there,
    And Orion too
    I can't talk through them
    But I'll make do

    With the chance to say
    Our sky is the same
    I whisper three words
    Along with your name.