Vanilla sky dies, come crush violet blue
and a collection of stars I named after you.
You're shining so bright, you know it's true.
I can't chart them all, even if I do
I'd prefer the dots of your skin to that old southern cross
but now I stare into nothing and never get lost.
I learn every line in the sky but there's a cost.
The best love stories, all the stars are crossed.
So sing sweet Juilet, sing me a tune.
I'll name you the sun, I'll be the moon
like I could spin around something else
and still revolve around you.
Wait for another turn.
Come on, crush violet blue.
Some tricky little stars, ever long and done.
Their light that led you no where.
The nights that put you on.
And left you asking "Am I right? Or am I wrong?
Or is it get while the gettings good
and then get gone?"
Go out the dead stars you watch when they break
collapse into black and lay all to waste.
Singing, "Whiskey's not so bad,
once you get past the taste"
You're right, whiskey's not so bad
once you get past the taste
So I'll be working all night
until I can't hold my pen
It's just sundown, sunrise
I start over again
Another one starts
Another one ends
You're breaking so many hearts
but you're making so many friends
from Exhibit A
released March 2, 2013
Recorded By Jesse Northey
Written by Steven Foord
Steven Foord: Vocals, Mandolin
Kelsey Jespersen: Violin
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