I want to see your goodness around me
But it's got the properties of water
Transparent as glass

Your goodness is coiled like a fist
Holed up in the back of the attic
Crouched like a cat

You said I look like a stone sinking
But I am a constellation cut out in the sky
And if I have stopped burning
Will you know in your lifetime?
And should I feel cold and far?
And should I feel weightless?

I imagine safety in the stars
'Cause you make so many wishes
Do you ever hear what the stars are saying to you?