I've collected up blue stars I have ripped them from his belt Up in the clear sky Out in the black night I've wrapped them up in leaves That I've gathered from our street Here on a half hill In light of the windmill I'll always burn a light for you Of the constant kind (Of the constant kind) I always burn a light for you I have asked the sun to sink All the birds to cease their singing To close up this long day Draw blinds on it's mistakes I have ordered all the words To surround you and speak in turn The best that they dare state The things that I can't say I'll always burn a light for you Of the constant kind (Of the constant kind) I always burn a light for you Oh the city homes are all alight And the sky has filled itself with night I will steal these things away For us both