23/3/11

Well aren’t things beginning to look bad when time
seems to be driving even the stars to suicide,
And we can feel it all the way down on earth,
Observing changing behaviours
as even the moon questions his worth
but hasn’t he heard of the lunacy theories?
Oh someone give him a pill to feel less dreary,

He’s going to need it for this next scene
as the entire sky is beginning to open,

Well things sure are beginning to look hard
when all the twinkle has gone out of each and every star,
And we can feel the vibes way down here,
observing reckless behave ours
as even the sun begins to shed a tear,
He hasn’t seen such a horrible mess
since, well nothing has been worse than this,

Well things are sure starting to look desperate now,
And the shooting stars are igniting fires,
And in panic the people run all around
looking for some kind of dark within the light,
And the sky is truly falling down,

A constellation gathers when one star dies
just a funeral for close family and friends,
A constellation forms when another star
commits suicide.

Well things sure at ending real grim
the man in the moon cannot muster the slightest grin,
Hell he can’t even turn that frown upside down,
And the people are still panicking,
Digging holes all through the ground,
‘Cause the stars are digging black holes
and it really seems there’s no hope,

We’re all just stars trying to dig through to something,
Our problems ignite us and we shoot through the sky
and we just try not to land and light tool many fires,
We’re all just stars trying to dig through to anything,
We’re all just watching as the world falls apart,
We’re all just hoping that all this time of shining
is enough to get us into a better place,

We’re all just hoping when we die
we live on as long as the light
from each and every star.