Stars

Tuesday came and I feigned happy
I? m so lonely here
This thing between my lungs is making me so tired
It? s bleeding me

You know me and how I hate this
We? ve said enough for now
Although it? s been three hours
We haven? t spoke at all

Oh, inside this empty cabinet
Nothing shines in here

On the edge of night
We look down on our streets and houses
You felt sick, so I drove back

And if we go back to stars
We won? t need any money
We won? t need these poor hearts

This crowd incites my riots
I? ll try to calm them down
Criminals compound my weakness
I? m barely hanging on

They? re bleeding me
Oh, why can? t I feel it?
Nothing hurts down here

On the edge of night
We look down on our streets and houses
You felt sick so I drove back

And if we go back to stars
We won? t need any money
We won? t need these poor hearts

On the edge of night
We look down on our streets and houses
You felt sick so I drove back

And if we go back to stars
We won? t need any money
We won? t need these poor hearts



Credits
Writer(s): Brian Leseny Fennell
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