Until I Follow You

Love hangs upon a star But it's equally as scared As a ministering moon, Whose prayers go unaired? Who's absent hope abjection? Cries a harbour light! "Love me, land on me soon. It's my only birthright". But that isn't to say... The harbour lights of love Won't descend into puddles, Potholes of night and shade Love hangs upon a star As a ministering angel And says, I love you, but you Can't do that; on my vigil. I'll sail and use my sextant Till at last, I find you But I need to be sure of you Until I follow you.