Act I: Shapes in The Sky

for those people that touch our life in such a way they can only be called "muse"

my right hand fell asleep
from writing of you all day
and now its dreaming of you
but i woke it up so it could see
what my left did
it drew you in the stars
i think it looks a little off
but your so perfect that
you over look my flaws
the heavens will make room for
a real constellation to come through

you make me want to be
a better me you see
won't you piece me back
so i may find some peace
the puzzle we could be

every mirror has two sides
your right that that makes me left
or should i just say I'm wrong
but all i really want to be
is your nebula
I'll draw me next to you
I always look a little off
your heart the new north star
I'll sail across the sky
and Artemis will hide
she can't compete with love

well i sure know how to pick'em
my thoughts so pure
when I'm with you
when I'm with you
my thoughts so pure

you make me want to be
a better me you see
won't you piece me back
so i may find some peace
the puzzle we could be