Adam Pascal, Heather Headley - Written in the stars

I'm here to tell you
We can never meet again
Simple really, isn't it?
A word or two, and then
A lifetime of not knowing
Where or how or why or when
You think of me, or speak of me,
And wonder what befell
That someone you once loved,
So long ago, so well
Never wonder what I feel
As living shuffles by
You don't have to ask me
And I need not reply
Every moment of my life
From now until I die
I will think, or dream of you
And fail to understand
How a perfect love can be confounded out of hand
Is it written in the stars?
Are we paying for some crime?
Is that all that we are good for?
Just a stretch of mortal time?
Or some god's experiment
In which we have no say?
In which we given paradise,
But only for a day
Nothing can be altered
There is nothing to decide
No escape, no change of heart
Nor any place to hide
Oh, you are all I ever want,
But this I am denied
Sometimes in my darkest thoughts
I wish I never learned
What it is to be in love
And have that love returned
Is it written in the stars?
Are we paying for some crime?
Is that all that we are good for?
Just a stretch of mortal time?
Or some god's experiment
In which we have no say?
In which we given paradise,
But only for a day