Have a seat upon this branch of mine
It's been a while, honey, I think I feel fine
I see the question mark, a top your spine
I've got a ladder, honey, won't you let me climb?
Tell me all about your foreign wars
And all about the photographs that line your drawers
'Cause I know a lot about closing doors
But not enough about what opens up yours

Oh, my, my
Oh, my stars
Everything you see is ours
Or it could be if you would try
I wish you would, I wish you might
If everything you've said to me has been true
Then all my stars are leading me to you

Have a seat upon this branch of mine
It's been a while, honey, won't you take your time?
And I see the question mark, a top your spine
I've got a ladder, honey, won't you let me climb?

Oh, my, my
Oh, my stars
Everything you see is ours
Or it could be if you would try
I wish you would, I wish you might
If everything you've said to me has been true
Then all my stars are leading me to you
Oh, my, my
Oh, my stars
Oh, my, my
Oh, my stars
Oh, my, my
Oh, my stars
Oh, my, my
Oh, my stars
Oh, my, my
Oh, my stars
Oh, my, my
Oh, my stars