Richard Walters Infinity Street
I’ve collected up blue stars
I have ripped them from his belt
Up in the clear sky
Out in the black night
I've wrapped them up in leaves
That I’ve gathered from our street
Here on a half hill
In light of the windmill
I’ll always burn a light for you
Of the constant kind
(Of the constant kind)
I always burn a light for you
I have asked the sun to sink
All the birds to cease their singing
To close up this long day
Draw blinds on it's mistakes
I have ordered all the words
To surround you and speak in turn
The best that they dare state
The things that I can’t say
I’ll always burn a light for you
Of the constant kind
(Of the constant kind)
I’ll always burn this light for you
Oh the city homes are all alight
And the sky has filled itself with night
I will steal these things away
For us both
