Wishes dashed on a Friday night
Empty bottles, piles of rocks
One by one they all take stock
We keep the beach's company
All these hopes in front of me
First night dreams are always near
We're shooting stars and tiny
The fires dance around the room
It keeps us warm, this wooden womb
The nights are dark and leave me blind
To everyone we left behind
But I need nothing but my name
for you to call and give me aim
The planets hang like chandeliers
for shooting stars and tiny
The seasons change as miles pass
The withered girl that guards the gas
Is first to hear the pilgrims land
On island dirt and fading sand
Her stubbornness is young and fair
We coax a smile and leave her there
Cause she don't know I'm only here
For shooting stars and tiny tears
The dawns appear like standing stones
All the same but each their own
The mysteries a morning makes
In love I feel the breath you take
Reach for the wall, the boats will wait
To bring us back I'm sure it's fate
I'm figuring you're fatal, dear
And shooting stars and tiny
I'm figuring you're fatal,
And shooting stars and tiny tears