Malice of Stars

Cold days
Bad face
And we lost our red balloon
(stop thief, stop thief!)
You’re out of my hair
But the spin-around bear couldn’t heal these broken blues
But when my shelf is dead I’m going to live in your head
Malice of stars
This ovation is a blunt scimitar
Shot down, drop down
Baby the stigmata shall flower
Hour by hour
I bring back but not in time
I see you under carnival light
Taking the last ride home in a shiverin' sky
(excuse me master, can you tell me the way to the gate?)
Glass dreams shattered it seems
I’m your tousled finite seam (?)
Our confidence wanes
Pride becomes pain
And the moment disappears
But where the days never end, I’m gonna find you again
And the malice of stars
This ovation is a blunt scimitar
Shot down, drop down
Baby the stigmata shall flower
Hour by hour
Malice of stars
This ovation is a blunt scimitar
Shot down, drop down
Baby the stigmata shall flower
Hour by hour
Woah-oh
Malice of stars
Malice of stars
(lalalala)
Malice of stars
(lalalala)
(lalalala)
(lalalala)