a shooting star Video (MV)

A shooting star pregnant with twins crashed into my house
They had to build a super sonic intergalactic machine to send us back home
On our way homewards a couple of stray dogs jumped in front of the car
Which made us swerve from our route
In an abandonned church we crashed and looked around
But it was really abandoned
And then I looked around to find out I was really abandoned
My twin had left me here alone

And now I scratch my fingers against metal strings
To make my thoughts vibrate
To make me visible and audible and meaningful
And if I stopped would anyone notice at all
I'm sure my sister would because she hates all the noise I make
But what kind of noise does a sister make anyway when she's gone