Thousand Fold

I have no desire to make contact
With all the thought of no, no
I shiver now to think of how this answer asked her, no
Long time gone
I run to my hide out
There ain't a star born that brightens
More than you, you always should have known, Joan
I'll illuminate your question
Long time grown I'd died and gone
What has brought the question
Time has brought the question
Come and call the question
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Here are the stars, same thing again
Over, over, over, over, over, over
Over, over, over, over, over, over