The Star Wars

There’s the tight jeans
The black and white sneakers
Who else could it be?
It’s the moment of a lifetime
Get the camera
It’s a Kodak candid
Just waiting to happen

Kill me under the stars
It’s a murder convention
Your secret sour words
Hidden by those sweet lips
We gave away our kisses to the stars
Kill me under them now

It’ll be the execution of a lifetime
&& it’ll start a cult
A fad that lasts forever
You’ll be the King
I’ve picked out the picture
The sun through the window
Us locked in that embrace
Don’t you remember?

Kill me under the stars
It’s a murder convention
Your secret sour words
Hidden by those sweet lips
We gave away our kisses to the stars
Kill me under them now

So take me under the blanket
(the blanket)
Of shining lights
Hold me in your arms
One last time
&&
Kill me under the stars