Standard (EADGBE)
one of the stars in your eyes has gone out,
so we lay back on the rooftop late at night
in hopes that a shooting star might take root
in the hole in your head, hole in your head
and we'll wake up in the morning being stared down by an ashamed sun,
shamefully covering behind a cloud or two,
old man you've followed me down, you've beaten me down,
and tonight I got the best of you.
- not sure on the end there