The beauty of the rain

Oh my fair North Star I have held to your dearly I have asked you to steer me To one cloud scattered night I got lost in my travels I met Leo the Lion Met and a king and met a giant With their errant...

I asked the habitual partygoer just how high she thought she'd get, And I asked the ethereal girls if they were floating yet And so I asked the light of the day, what's this rush for heaven, Then I...