Stethoscope Sounds

Stars might be nothing but used light
Shedding a past time upon your face
And dreams seem like merely a smokescreen
A vain compensation your mind displays
This life writes no I.O.U.'s
Let’s put every moment left to use
You are dogmatic but don’t change
Every backstreet here knows your name
It’s easy to feel like they owe you
Something divine or just to cling to
This life writes no I.O.U.'s
Let’s put every moment left to use
Head against your chest
Every beat resounds you’re dispossessed
And it’s implied
What a wistfulness you hold inside