I wish I could be a shooting star
I wish I could be warm and bizarre
Or hills, rolling into sky
A river running wide, the apple of your eye

Now the summer heat has come and gone
The lamp is lit and all the shades are drawn
Send roses if you can, put the petals in my hand
And now I understand

That I photograph the rain
Make it all look sane
And try to wax romantic
When love, my heart is only frantic

Hello, love, I got your letter
Written in your yellow sweater
Trust me, love, I'm doing better
It's only fair to say

Now the guests are folding into pairs
So make the bed and move me up the stairs

Love, I think we had it all
And now I'm feeling small
Just a picture on your wall

And, so the story ends
Another to begin
Another happy ending
Another letter I am never sending


Lyrics submitted by BleedorBreathe

Shooting Star song meanings
Add your thoughts

No Comments

sort form View by:
  • No Comments

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top
explain