We Are Not Stars

I could kill a hundred times a day

Just to find something that I would want to save

Don't you know who owns the stars?

Controls the sea?

When i stop to catch it all, it passes me.

We are not stars

We’re nothing but descendants

Of butlers and attendants

We are like cars

Rusting in a graveyard

With some forgotten saviours.

I could host a funeral tonight

Lift her dress and kiss her while she's still alive

She who kept a swallow in her mouth

Just to make it think that it was flying south.

We are not stars

We’re nothing but descendants

Of butlers and attendants

We are like cars

Rusting in a graveyard

With some forgotten saviours