It is I, who lays awake night after night
my mind going round
on its very own carousel of madness
that never seems to quiet down
so I look, I look up at the stars
from my bedroom window
gazing up at the stars forever hoping
I see my very own comet
the beauty I see up there
I hope one day to see within myself
I’m yet to see the comet
It is I, who lays awake night after night
my mind going round
on its very own carousel of madness.