'd say And we're lost out here in the stars Little stars big stars blowing through the night And we're lost out here in the stars Little stars big stars
at the falling sky Expolding colors syncronzied in a stream of light and watch them glow and belive There's still hope for us to see In soaring stars
: In my house there's a circle, where the life comes in From the stars to my home, down through the stone, I could have been so alone, Without my precious
man sitting In the old man's bar Waiting for his turn to die The cowboy kills the rock star And Friday night's gone too far The dim light hides
young man sitting In the old man's bar Waiting for his turn to die The cowboy kills the rock star And Friday night's gone too far The dim light hides
the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. Where the wave of moonlight glosses The dim grey sands
young men sitting In the old man's bar Waiting for his turn to die The cowboy kills the rock star And Friday night's gone too far The dim light hides
in my room You enter and close the door behind you Now show me the world seen from the stars If only the lights would dim a little I'm weary of eyes
here in my room You enter and close the door behind you Now show me the world seen from the stars If only the lights would dim a little I'm weary of
: O darkness, if in thy arms I could rest For a while and with these earthly eyes See thy dim smile Maid of twilight, lass of duskfall Hang the moon
dank tarn of Auber, Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir. And now, as the night was senescent And star-dials pointed to morn, As the star-dials hinted
faded dim since then Blown foggy by the wind a paced,as from shore to shore we race, Move from place to place The moon is hot, the stars are cold. I'
: Fortune, fame Mirror vain Gone insane But the memory remains Heavy rings on fingers wave Another star denies the grave See the nowhere crowd
: Oh, Mr Robinson And his quango Dirty dealer Expensive car Runs the buses and the Evening Star He got a hairpiece Ooh, he got herpes His private life
of dawn In the deep green grasses And the blood stained woods They never dreamed of surrendering They fell where they stood Stars fell over Alabama I saw each star
: My road is long, it lingers on. You stare at me and I'm holding on. My eyes are dim, my breath is weak and tears stain my cheeks. Up there so high