The Forecast

Tiny Star

The Forecast


Up to heaven, down to hell
Which of these is better?
I don't want to miss it
I don't want to miss you
Can I meet you there?
I can't see through all the dark in my eyes 
I may never see anything again 
Build me up so high 
So I can almost kiss your face 
Facing the morning is always easier 
Golden sunlight dancing through the day 
You tiny star 
Up to heaven, down to hell 
Rock and roll is better 
Don't want to keep it 
Don't want to keep you 
'Til you want to stay