The days fly past my window
And shatter on the ground
Somehow I feel much older
Each time I hear that sound

The crescent moon looks lonely
The pale ghost of a sigh
I would make conversation, only
He's so very shy

And the stars keep laughing at him
The sun beats on his face
I wonder if he'd like my box
Of tissues just in case?

My room is getting colder
So I start to spin around
Until the stars are spirals
And I'm tilting toward the ground

But now I feel much warmer
And the days are finally slowing
So I'll just keep on lying here
Until the wind stops blowing