When all the star-gazers bloom, throw
the stars around the room
I was waiting for the day for you
to love me
When all the elements conspire with
shiny things that catch the eye
I was waiting for the day for you
to love me.
Precious, precious thing
You are the thought that makes me
sing
Wanna leave all my possessions
It's a rare and precious, precious
thing.
When all the elements conspire with
shiny things that catch the eye
I was waiting for the day for you
to love me.
Precious, precious thing
You are the thought that makes me
sing
Wanna leave all my possessions
It's a rare and precious, precious
thing.
And I know all I need is to get on
the phone,
To get on the phone and call you
And call you.
As clear as rain on the street, it
shines like bright coloured stone
These things no one can own, they
are for you
This is for you
This is for you
This is for you.