You're laid out like a landscape on the frontier of my floor.
In the next room the girls are singing, they must be wondering where you are.
Who'd have thought girl, late last spring, we'd still be the same?
You let your hands fall over my eyelids, vaguely imitating rains.
If the sky falls tonight...

We'll all run outside and catch stars in the streetlight.
I can't argue with you, like I can't argue with the blues that this night has put on.
Down the hallway you move less like a woman and more like a song.
Everyone's asleep now.

This house breathes somehow, the radio plays low.
And as you leave I know, wherever you go, flowers must follow.
If the sky falls tonight... We'll all run outside and catch stars in the streetlight.
Please, don't run out on me. I'll make it through the night if you're here by my side.
Please, don't run out on me. If the sky falls tonight...
We'll all run outside and catch stars in the streetlight. (Don't keep me waiting).

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): ADAM J. RUBENSTEIN, DAVID V. MOORE