You burn hotter than any hand can touch,
You shine brighter than the eye can view,
and I know, to you, I can't give much.
Falling in love with the sun, I should have knew...
So far away from the world I'm in,
can you see me far out there?
I can find comfort in this bottle of Gin,
a vice for witch I'll never care.
They told me your adress was out of range.
Yet I'm left with no credit or cash,
because I mailed you a heart with my only change,
in moments you'll burn it to ash.
How can you know when you shine so bright,
What I look like way down here.
Hoping for just one sight,
Before my heart's burnt clear.