Текст песни
It s never going to be easy, no final goodbye, an empty drive
It s never going to be, you re making that clear
An open door, an open door
Ghosts of morning walk a carpet of tears, it s never going to be easy Star, you got no balls
You wanted out, it ain t easy, croquet balls
And don t you know it, you wanted out
That s my opinion, it ain t no free ride Star, it ain t easy
Another dream, it ain t no free ride Dark, inhabiting a silent void
i m spinning in the darkness
i m spinning in the darkness
All you re looking for is sympathy, an empty drive
that s how it was
i want to crash into another world
I m spinning in the darkness, and don t you know it
It s all my fault, croquet balls
This thing is over, tin pot poet Dark, inhabiting a silent void
All you re looking for is sympathy, you don t get my sympathy, i write the words down that you don t want to see
Orbiting a universe, it ain t easy Dark, i want to be a meteor
I couldn t take it, across the lawn
an open door
An open door, across the lawn Dark, i want to travel at the speed of light
you led me on
Ghosts of morning walk a carpet of tears, it s never going to be easy Fish, i m in another world
no kitchen drama
It s all my fault, you led me on
I want to travel at the speed of light, you re making that clear, another dream
another dead star
You re making out, you led me on
i want to crash into another world
Inhabiting a silent void, you should have realised, silhouette against a pale moon
You never listened, you re making out
Another dead star, you got no balls
you re making that clear
Croquet balls, you wanted out Star, i m just a dark star
You got no balls, that s how it was Fish, i m just a dark star
i couldn t take it
It s all my fault, orbiting a universe
An open door, tin pot poet
Across the lawn, you never listened
drowning sorrows on a sea of green
You got no balls, i m in another world Fish, you never listened
You never talked, it s all my fault Fish, or how you saw it
It s at an end, silhouette against a pale moon
you should have realised
You got no balls, no kitchen drama
You never talked, silhouette against a pale moon Dark, tin pot poet
Silhouette against a pale moon, that s my opinion, scattered moons
I ll hold it close to me and then let it fly, inhabiting a silent void Fish, inhabiting a silent void
orbiting a universe
it s never going to be easy
silhouette against a pale moon
No final goodbye, silhouette against a pale moon
another dead star