Stars falling from my eyes,
Giving breath to the wilds,
In which two roads become one,
And violence meets its answer.
As I embark, I draw nearer,
From love, to love, with power,
There above the waste,
Of an angel’s forlorn,
I make a home of my centre,
Where I grow without you,
Where I am a twice a day kind of girl.

I saw you looking in,
A subwoofer in a fast car,
With a stolen blood diamond ring.
Pills are little more than thrills,
A little singing in the rain,
I will catch your fallen star,
And lock you up in that empty bottle,
With ten thousand years of longing,
Until your grief is blind,
And only love can see.