"Are my pickles too loud?"

The first star I see may not be a star -
I can't do a thing but wait,
So let's wait for one more.

And the time, such clumsy time,
In deciding if it's time.
I'm careful but not sure how it goes.
You can lose yourself in your courage.

When the time we have now ends,
And when the big hand goes around again,
Can you still feel the butterflies?
Can you still hear the last goodnight?

And the mindless comfort grows
When I'm alone with my 'great' plans.
This is what she said gets her through it
'If I don't let myself be happy now, then when? If not now when?'

When the time we have now ends,
And when the big hand goes around again,
Can you still feel the butterflies?
Can you still hear the last goodnight?

I close my eyes and believe
That wherever you are, an angel for me.

When the time we have now ends,
And when the big hand goes around again,
Can you still feel the butterflies?
Can you still hear the last goodnight?

That's all.