Glow in the dark stars,
We`re all along staged and played,
And tied down you can`t miss the rib cage.
Swings like it should.
I wish you understood that all the odd,
Ignore the old, are taking me.
And they pull wings.
They`re pulling wings off our backs.
The old dreams no more,
Or only once in a while in the back of their eyes.
And their pianos all are closed and anything makes them so sleepy.
Glow in the dark stars,
All swing up there.
It mustn`t be too strong to dazzle these nights dead.
And the old are taking me `cos everything makes us so f***ing sleepy
And our pianos will all stay closed,
But don`t wake us.