Beaker's Choice 430

I can't even think of his name

But I'll never be the same

Until I discover what became of my old flame

Shake down the stars, pull down the clouds, turn off the moon, do it soon. I can't enjoy this night without you.

Shake down the stars, dry up the screen, stop all my dreams, cut off the breeze, do it please. I never thought I'd cry about you.