"She hides inside her jacket,"
The moonlit one told herself
"I write her letters every day,
but they wind up on her shelf

It's freezing rain down here tonight
and I know the sky's not blue or bright,
But everything will be alright
You have my starshine,
I see your moonlight."

"She buries deep her portrait,"
The starstruck one said aloud
"I'd place it high upon my shelf
If I could wrench it from the ground.

There's no gravity up here tonight
and I know I can't tell left from right
but everything will be alright
You've got me, Starshine,
You have my moonlight.

I know that we can make this right
If we just combine our kindred light
Everything will be alright
Together we can end this night."