They say you're off, a bit confused.
But when the day is done, I'll be with you.
I like your eyes-- they say you're true.
The others whisper and lie.
And you framed the sun, shot out the stars.
You paled the sky and hung the moon.
They say you're lost, that your mind's diseased.
But when you've finally won-- tell me, who always believed?
That you framed the sun, shot out the stars.
You paled the sky and hung the moon.
(Down, down, way low)
They never remember.
(Down, down, way low, down, down, way low)
You always remember.
Don't let the words you hear leave your head.
The say you're gone-- that you left today.
But if you change your mind...
know I still feel that same way.
And you framed the sun, shot out the stars.
You paled the sky and hung the moon.
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