| Song | Starry Night |
| Artist | Patrick Park |
| Album | Come What Will |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Well I remember back when I was young | |
| And king of all my days | |
| How I never used to worry about a thing | |
| But time it turns the page | |
| Cause now my head is set to spin | |
| And my worries start where my worries end | |
| And everyone’s making me promises that burn like city lights | |
| But I’d trade every single one of them for a starry night | |
| Where my mind don’t race like a spoiled child | |
| And I feel the warm wind blow | |
| Rolling down some dark highway | |
| Far far away from this big show. | |
| Well living everyday in this strange parade it gets under my skin | |
| It’s always things you think you want the most that tend to cage you in | |
| Until you make the same mistakes time and time again. | |
| And everyone’s making me promises that burn like city lights | |
| But I’d trade every single one of them for a starry night | |
| Where my mind don’t race like a spoiled child | |
| And I feel the warm wind blow | |
| Rolling down some dark highway | |
| Far far away from this big show |
| Well I remember back when I was young | |
| And king of all my days | |
| How I never used to worry about a thing | |
| But time it turns the page | |
| Cause now my head is set to spin | |
| And my worries start where my worries end | |
| And everyone' s making me promises that burn like city lights | |
| But I' d trade every single one of them for a starry night | |
| Where my mind don' t race like a spoiled child | |
| And I feel the warm wind blow | |
| Rolling down some dark highway | |
| Far far away from this big show. | |
| Well living everyday in this strange parade it gets under my skin | |
| It' s always things you think you want the most that tend to cage you in | |
| Until you make the same mistakes time and time again. | |
| And everyone' s making me promises that burn like city lights | |
| But I' d trade every single one of them for a starry night | |
| Where my mind don' t race like a spoiled child | |
| And I feel the warm wind blow | |
| Rolling down some dark highway | |
| Far far away from this big show |
| Well I remember back when I was young | |
| And king of all my days | |
| How I never used to worry about a thing | |
| But time it turns the page | |
| Cause now my head is set to spin | |
| And my worries start where my worries end | |
| And everyone' s making me promises that burn like city lights | |
| But I' d trade every single one of them for a starry night | |
| Where my mind don' t race like a spoiled child | |
| And I feel the warm wind blow | |
| Rolling down some dark highway | |
| Far far away from this big show. | |
| Well living everyday in this strange parade it gets under my skin | |
| It' s always things you think you want the most that tend to cage you in | |
| Until you make the same mistakes time and time again. | |
| And everyone' s making me promises that burn like city lights | |
| But I' d trade every single one of them for a starry night | |
| Where my mind don' t race like a spoiled child | |
| And I feel the warm wind blow | |
| Rolling down some dark highway | |
| Far far away from this big show |