How Do You Talk To A Star?

How do you talk to a star?
Keep your body nice and shielded from all that heat
How do you show them who you are, without the radiation paralyzing the deepest parts of me?

It's funny how you spent the days
Being a beacon for me and my hopscotch plays
I got a desk drawer full of letters that I never sent you 'cause you were just too far away

One card, and a table in the corner
White boots and a tongue that's feeling extra dry
Then we eclipse, my mind is heavy, gravel in my alveoli
I wish I could take in your warmth, but I go

Cold
Cold

There's something caught in your teeth
A smile bigger than Andromeda
Unexplored potential beckons me into a Hans Zimmer aria

But the thermosphere is burning up (ooh-ooh)
And I've a pension for cowardice (ooh-ooh)
Ruddy cheeks as I look up at the estate in my head that you founded, and I go

Cold, cold (cold)

And everybody has a purpose in someone else's life
And you have given me more than I know what to do with
Whoa, and I never looked back for the baseball cap
The bowling alley at midnight, shit beer on tap
And you are a lithograph, sketching my history
Under the floodlights, you look more like God to me
You're way too fucked up, you're way too tough
Three shots of tequila to speed you up
And I guess what I'm trying to say here is thank you

But I go
Cold