How am I supposed to do this?

When we're at the corner of the brigde,
With our feet hanging above the shore.
You look at me with those twinkling eyes.
Lean onto me, hold my hand and tell me.
How am I supposed to do this?

A few miles away,
Under these stars you'll breathe.
Away from me, away from love.
I wish I was a star, up above.

When I hold you for the last time,
You look at me with those twinkling eyes.
Expecting me to tell you I love you,
Expecting me to brush your cheeks for one last time,
But I ask you, one more time...
How am I supposed to do this?

Wiping away one of my tears,
I felt you smile on my shoulder.
You held my hand and stared again..
Piercing right through my soul.
You read me like a book,
Whispering in my ear, I hear you say.
With elegance, with love. With me, you're doing this.

A few miles away,
Under these stars you'll breathe.
Away from me, away from love.
I wish I was a star, up above.