Written in the Stars - Emma Stevens, Simon Smith, Peter Woodroffe

Simple really, isn’t it, a word or two and then

A lifetime of not knowing where or how or why or when

You think of me or speak of me or wonder what befell

The someone you once loved so long ago so well

Never wonder what I feel as living shuffles by You don’t have to ask me and I need not reply

Every moment of my life from now until I die

I will think or dream of you and fail to understand

How a perfect love can be confound and out of hand

Is it written in the stars

Are we paying for some crime

Is that all that we are good for

Just a stretch of mortal time

Is this God’s experiment

In which we have no say

In which we’re given paradise

But only for a day

Nothing can they alter, there is nothing to decide

No escape, no change of heart, no anyplace to hide

You are all I’ll ever want, but this I am denied

Sometimes in my darkest thoughts, I wish I’d never learn

What it is to be in love and have that love returned