Your pretty face
I've seen it all over this place
I see it in everything
and every dimension

I can tell
Though I might feel like hell
I feel something just as well
I thought I should mention

That we were gonna be two wonderful stars
If nothing else mattered
And I'd sell both my hands
To wake up in that sky

Creeping slow
From  under the boards below
Someplace I'd never go
I'm never that daring

Safe and sound
Twisting your words around
Burning the cardboard crown
That I saw you wearing

We were gonna be two wonderful stars
If nothing else mattered
And I'd sell both my hands
To wake up in that sky...

-- The Curtain Society, "Two Wonderful Stars", (1998)