Make me an offer, and I'll sell you the sky,
the stars and the moon and the sun.
For every new dream above us is mine,
and none of them easily won.
Give me your heart, and I'll give you some dust,
powder to help you sleep.
Wonder is easily turned into lust,
and purity's hard to keep.
So listen, my child, and listen well
to the sky and those dreams far away.
For dreams are as easy as gems to sell,
but no one is willing to pay.