[ Featuring Jean-Michel Pilc ]
Turn out the stars
Turn out the lights
Souls that touch require no seeing
When they give their entire being
Turn out the stars
It's never hard to feel the glow
That only you and I can ever know
Tell us what to learn
By heart and when alone repeat
Speak it says I burn
But say with what degree of heat
Talk in Fahrenheit, in centigrade
Use language we can comprehend tell us your blend
It gives us little aid
But does tell something in the end.
Turn out the stars
Turn out the lights