No crickets serenading
No dogs howling
Even the clouds seem to be still.
The moon left the sky, leaving it bare
The stars don’t sparkle as much
They’re not dancing tonight.
No cats meowing
No frogs croaking
The night is still.
Alone with the stars tonight
I hear the echoes of the clear night sky
They whisper to me
While I sing silently to their beauty
PS. I don’t own the photo. CTTO
Oh the stars are calling me tonight
To play and dance under their light
Tonight as I lay my head on my pillow,
I look outside beyond the window
And see the stars as I fall asleep.
Who shall I dream of tonight?
Shall I dream of Johnny Depp whose acting is out of sight?
Or should I dream of Orlando Bloom whose so hot
that I could weep?
I can dream of Adam Levine who I think is cute
Or of Ryan Gosling who I think is a hoot
I can definitely dream deep
I may also dream of Ben Barnes who’s ruggedly handsome
And end it with Joseph Gordon-Levitt who’s gorgeously awesome!
With all these guys I’d be having a hard time
choosing who I’ll dream of tonight