Star that Could Save this City

Look in the mir­ror what more do you need,
a per­fect smile fit for angels.
You are my angel,
per­fec­tion in the eyes of dis­as­ter.
I look at my hand and miss the times
when yours filled the gaps perfectly.

These dreams are what keep it all together.
Like falling shapes,
every­thing fits per­fectly.
What more could a boy ask for,
sit­ting and wish­ing on every star,
hop­ing for some­thing,
or any­thing at all.

Could we go back to when our minds were young
and our hearts were strong,
noth­ing in the world could stop us,
but every­thing in the world would shape us.
I saw the star that could save this city,
burn­ing so bright, you light up this city.

These dreams are what keep it together
like falling shapes,
every­thing fits per­fectly.
What more could a boy ask for,
what more could a boy ask for.
Count­less roman­tics count for noth­ing,
but for you I’ll shine just a lit­tle bit brighter.

There’s some things I wish never hap­pened,
words I wish were never said,
some roads that should have never been taken.
But I’ve burned a cou­ple bridges,
turned a cou­ple pages and I’m not ashamed and I don’t regret.

These dreams are what keep it together
like falling shapes,
every­thing fits per­fectly.
What more could a boy ask for,
what more could a boy ask for
If I had one chance
I would bring it all back to you.

• Photo by Ste­fan Van der Straeten / Used with Per­mis­sion