Every shooting star reminds me when Hollywood lost the brightest.
That shine, that spark.
The sunset too soon that night.
Your heart's not breathing.
Come, come back to me.
Your heart's not breathing.
Every shooting star reminds me when Hollywood lost the brightest.
That shine, that spark.
The sunset too soon that night.
Your heart's not breathing.
Come, come back to me.
Your heart's not breathing.
