picking out all the stars that we like between finger and thumb

picking out all the stars that we like between
finger and thumb
you laugh as you pass me the night as if its
too fragile to hold
and i hold it so close to my chest with your
hands in my hands
you say this is just how we'll rest until the
light turns to sound

- snow patrol (ofcourse)

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