7 Stars

It's all good if you have those seven stars at hand
One in the middle - three stars to each side
If you must share, you can spare one for the homeless
Put three in your pocket & ride away

She waves her hands over from behind the bar
Her fingers like ten little question marks
Nine to count down the better part of her secrets
So there is one left for the promise: it's all good

The lady who later became the love of your life
Back then she looked like an angel who walks the hellhound
Funny how nothing has changed now that she's your wife
She can still make you want to swim on solid ground

& she says
Shall I keep those three stars that you left behind
To remind me of the things we did & your eyes & your face
Shall I store them in case you need them to support your excuses
Or burn them like the evidence of a crime in the fireplace



Credits
Writer(s): Georg Altziebler
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