Stars Make Progress - Thirteen Senses

The stars look curiously

Maybe they wait for me

It's like they're telling me things

I can't repeat

And how they appear so infinitely

Out of my reach

Test my senses and call off the tension

Build my defenses before my instinct

Stars make progress then should

The stars sit delicately

Aligning their hearts for me

Exposing forbidden paths leading to ours

This is the past so permanently torn into parts

Pass the sentence and call of resistance

Feel my prediction lose all distinction

Stars make progress then should

One of these days

And one of these nights

They'll be calling for you

One of these days

And one of these nights

They'll be calling for you

One of these days

And one of these nights

They'll be calling for you