[male
vocals] (
Whoo!)
Yeah,
listen
to
the
stars
tonight
Klassique
media
production
TELEPATHY
OF
THE
STARS —
Talking
Ink…
Kitt
Kevins
on
the
ink,
Where
hearts
speak
before
lips
can
think.
Rodah
Kerubo,
this
is
my
song—
Maybe
the
universe
knew
all
along.
At
the
music
festival,
beneath
the
festival
sun,
I
saw
you,
Rodah,
and
suddenly—
something
begun.
Jungle-light
green
upon
your
tender
feminine
frame,
Jungle
green
top
had
too
Jeans
on
you,
jeans
on
me—
how
strange
was
the
game?
You
wore
the
green,
I
wore
the
green,
Like
a
secret
only
stars
had
seen.
Was
it
chance,
or
a
cosmic
design?
Your
colour
met
mine
like
your
soul
met
mine.
That
pretty
face,
that
shy
little
gap,
A
smile
so
sweet
it
set
my
heartbeat
a
trap.
Warm
was
your
welcome,
gentle
your
glow,
A
stranger
at
first—
but
my
heart
said, “
I
know.”
I
asked
if
I
could
arrange
your
hair,
You
trusted
my
hands
without
a
single
fear.
A
stranger
you
barely
knew,
yet
you
let
me
near—
And
somehow
the
distance
disappeared.
Allow
me
Kitts
to
love
you,
Rodah,
let
me
try,
Let
me
paint
your
heart
like
sunrise
paints
the
sky.
Let
me
do
to
your
heart
what
the
sun
does
to
the
blue
sky
Turn
every
silent
morning
golden
because
of
you.
Allow
me
your
soul,
like
the
moon
owns
the
night,
Allow
me
do
your
soul
what
the
moon
do
to
the
night
sky
plenty
of
stars
To
scatter
a
thousand
stars
through
your
darkness
with
light.
Let
me
be
the
water
that
gently
runs
through
your
days,
Refreshing
your
spirit
in
a
thousand
soft
ways.
I
don't
want
to
cage
you,
I
just
want
to
care—
Be
the
breeze
in
your
sunshine,
the
moon
in
your
air.
If
your
heart
is
an
ocean,
let
my
love
be
the
tide—
Rodah,
allow
me
to
walk
by
your
side.
Then
came
those
pictures,
those
moments
we
shared,
Two
smiles
in
a
frame
like
the
universe
cared.
I
asked
you
to
send
them—
you
did
with
a
smile,
And
even
added
more
of
yours
And
I
stared
at
our
pictures
for
more
than
a
while.
We
looked
so
right,
we
looked
so
rare,
Like
moonlight
and
midnight
naturally
belong
there.
Your
green
met
my
green,
our
jeans
met
the
scene,
Like
destiny
dressed
us
in
the
same
dream.
Was
it
telepathy?
Was
it
written
above?
Two
strangers
dressed
alike,
then
dressed
alike
in
love.
Perhaps
the
stars
whispered
before
we
knew— “
Tonight,
two
wandering
hearts
will
find
something
true.”
Allow
me
to
love
you,
Rodah,
let
me
try,
Let
me
paint
your
heart
like
sunrise
paints
the
sky.
Let
me
do
to
your
heart
what
the
sun
does
to
the
blue
sky
Warm
every
hidden
corner
till
it
shines
like
you.
Allow
me
your
soul,
like
the
moon
owns
the
night,
Allow
me
dp
your
soul
what
the
moom
do
to
the
night
sky
plenty
of
stars
I'll
fill
every
darkness
with
silver
and
light.
Like
stars
kiss
the
heavens,
let
my
love
kiss
your
soul,
Not
taking
your
freedom—
just
making
you
whole.
Be
my
moon
when
my
midnight
is
long,
I'll
be
your
sunrise,
your
shelter,
your
song.
When
your
waters
are
troubled,
I'll
flow
with
your
tide,
When
your
rivers
run
restless,
I'll
stay
by
your
side.
Let
our
love
be
a
lake
where
two
reflections
meet,
A
river
that
runs
where
our
two
heartbeats
beat.
Let
rain
write
romance
on
the
roof
of
our
dreams,
While
moonlight
pours
silver
on
love's
quiet
streams.
And
when
the
sun
sets
in
a
crimson
sea,
I'll
still
find
tomorrow
shining
in
thee.
For
stars
may
fade
and
seasons
may
change,
But
a
heart
that
has
chosen
you
won't
fear
the
strange.
So
allow
me
to
love
you,
Rodah,
if
you
will,
Let
me
cherish
your
heart,
tender,
truthful
and
still.
Let
me
do
to
your
heart
what
sunlight
does
to
the
sea—
Turn
every
little
wave
into
a
memory.
Let
me
do
to
your
soul
what
moonlight
does
to
the
night,
Fill
every
dark
corner
with
beautiful
light.
Let
me
be
your
water
when
your
world
runs
dry,
Your
moon
when
you're
weary,
your
star-filled
sky.
And
if
this
was
destiny
dressed
in
jungle
green,
Then
perhaps
our
first
meeting
was
more
than
it
seemed.
Two
strangers,
two
shirts,
two
smiles
in
a
frame—
Two
hearts
finding
love
before
learning
the
name.
Rodah
Kerubo…
beneath
the
moon,
Maybe
two
souls
were
searching
for
each
other
too
soon.
But
the
sun
found
the
sky,
the
stars
found
the
night,
And
somehow
your
heart
found
mine
just
right.
This
is
my
Talking
Ink—
Where
feelings
become
flowing
words,
Where
silence
becomes
song.
I
am
Kitt
Kevins.
The
talking
ink