ok it's a cemetery of broken stars that grew yesterday in my frozen pockets happy birthday oh come home little mama come home little bird dance the dawn in the rain but the snow falls like before light me up I still want arms and bodies and hold on tight I'm holding on tight I still want the shooting stars my fingers in the belly and the heart in front of me I'll get up come on little one show us that I don't know how it works anymore the lights but I still want the shooting stars oh come home little mama come home little bird dance the dawn in the rain whistling