Come water as the sea breaks its waves

it don't mind, what you do

Morning-snouted, leaves-rustling, washing in the dew

it don't hear you stepping

softly as you do, you do, you do

you're carrying a heavy, pond-smouldering, hot fire star

all the while the sea gnaws at the hillfoot

i hear the crackle of a branch

or is it the crackle of your hidden gem ?

tell me is this it star hoarder ?

tell me is this it star hoarder ?

come the night as the houses begin to dream

all the children pretend to sleep

they don't mind what you do

on a hilltop holding dear close to your chest

a flickering star that just can't rest

it sighs and swells . . .

and it starts to love you too, star hoarder

hold on to the light

'til the light holds you . . .