Why would I want expensive jewelry
When I have the sun for my gold
The moon for my silver
And the stars for my diamonds?
This city only trades cold cash for even colder glitz,
And neither of our hearts care much for ice.
Instead leave the stores behind
And take me to a secluded hillside,
Or to a stone crumbling balcony,
Or to a silence swept roof top,
And share with me this tiara of a galaxy
These shimmering strands of universe
These gems of fire that spark in the heavens
Like our souls solar flare when their orbits collide.
With stars reflecting in my eyes
And moonbeams braiding themselves into my hair,
Just hold my hand in yours
And we’ll call the sky our Tiffany’s.