And all the stargazers bloom
   Throw the stars around the room
   I was waiting for the day
   For you to lull me
   And all the elements conspire
   With shiny things that catch the eye
   I was waiting for the day
   For you to lull me
  
   Precious, precious thing
   You are the thought that makes me sing
   Wanna leave all my possessions
   It's a rare and precious, precious thing
  
   And all the elements conspire
   With shiny things that catch the eye
   I was waiting for the day
   For you to lull me
  
   Precious, precious thing
   You are the thought that makes me sing
   Wanna leave all my possessions
   It's a rare and precious, precious thing
  
   And then all I need
   Is to get on the phone
   To get on the phone
   And call you
   And call you
  
   As clear as rain on a street
   It shines like bright, coloured stone
   These things no-one can own
   They are for you
   This is for you
   This is for you
   This is for you.