If I were a shooting strar,
Leaving a trace of dust and flames,
Without ever looking back,
You would be my scar
As permanent as laughter,
As deeply as the sea,
As vivid as a breath
That hurts inside of me
What a strange feeling this is
Passing by the ocean sea
Somehow it feels like home
But is too far away for me to be
And you're allways with me
My strange little scar
In the body of me
Craved into my heart.
