Point on your head
A little bit afternoon
Something you said
I can't make it out
Everything leaves me
And then it comes back to soon
Point on your head

Starry, starry. starry night
Starry. starry. starry night
Starry. starry. starry night

Shot from a cannon
Into the arms of fate
Waiting for no one
And nothing at all
Glad that I found you
But I'm just a bit too late
Shot from a cannon

Starry, starry, starry night
Starry, starry, starry night
Starry, starry, starry night

Starry, starry, starry night
Starry, starry, starry night
Starry, starry, starry night
Starry, starry, starry night
Starry, starry, starry night