To Climb a Star

A star and a woman, comparable, hmm

Tonight I leave to climb a star
I climb out my window onto the roof
and wait for a low one to soar by.

I cling onto the molten surface
struggling to keep it alive

I admire its beauty and understand it fully
or at least I believe I do

But,
I lose my grip on something unexpected and fall to the roof again.

Frustrated, I declare I won't climb stars anymore
But I find myself always climbing

Always aiming too high
Always aiming for you.