Song | Stars |
Artist | The Indelicates |
Album | American Demo |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I’m in love with the boy next door | |
He treats me like a filthy whore | |
I give him everything he wants | |
For nothing in return. | |
We drive out to the hills and lie | |
Beneath the dark’ning twilit sky | |
And how I love the knowledge that | |
I’ll never ever learn. | |
And the stars don’t shine for me and you | |
They shine no matter what we do | |
And every day is shorter than the last. | |
For all the years in bedrooms lost | |
In you I calculate the cost | |
Of never staking my claim to the stars. | |
I give you head and cook your tea | |
You make my daddy weep for me | |
I smile each time you hurt me | |
For you’re really hurting him. | |
I’m Joan of Arc, Ophelia, the Other Mrs Rochester | |
A monument torn down and wrent | |
From limb to aching limb. | |
Chorus | |
And the stars don’t shine for me and you | |
Even though I’d like them to | |
And you are just an actor in my heart | |
The story will play to the end | |
And you will never comprehend | |
Just how well you have taken to your part | |
I conjure up a single tear | |
The people look like ants from here | |
The distant buzz of endless passing cars | |
And gazing at eternity | |
The only one who counts is me | |
And we shall see our logo on the stars… |
I' m in love with the boy next door | |
He treats me like a filthy whore | |
I give him everything he wants | |
For nothing in return. | |
We drive out to the hills and lie | |
Beneath the dark' ning twilit sky | |
And how I love the knowledge that | |
I' ll never ever learn. | |
And the stars don' t shine for me and you | |
They shine no matter what we do | |
And every day is shorter than the last. | |
For all the years in bedrooms lost | |
In you I calculate the cost | |
Of never staking my claim to the stars. | |
I give you head and cook your tea | |
You make my daddy weep for me | |
I smile each time you hurt me | |
For you' re really hurting him. | |
I' m Joan of Arc, Ophelia, the Other Mrs Rochester | |
A monument torn down and wrent | |
From limb to aching limb. | |
Chorus | |
And the stars don' t shine for me and you | |
Even though I' d like them to | |
And you are just an actor in my heart | |
The story will play to the end | |
And you will never comprehend | |
Just how well you have taken to your part | |
I conjure up a single tear | |
The people look like ants from here | |
The distant buzz of endless passing cars | |
And gazing at eternity | |
The only one who counts is me | |
And we shall see our logo on the stars |
I' m in love with the boy next door | |
He treats me like a filthy whore | |
I give him everything he wants | |
For nothing in return. | |
We drive out to the hills and lie | |
Beneath the dark' ning twilit sky | |
And how I love the knowledge that | |
I' ll never ever learn. | |
And the stars don' t shine for me and you | |
They shine no matter what we do | |
And every day is shorter than the last. | |
For all the years in bedrooms lost | |
In you I calculate the cost | |
Of never staking my claim to the stars. | |
I give you head and cook your tea | |
You make my daddy weep for me | |
I smile each time you hurt me | |
For you' re really hurting him. | |
I' m Joan of Arc, Ophelia, the Other Mrs Rochester | |
A monument torn down and wrent | |
From limb to aching limb. | |
Chorus | |
And the stars don' t shine for me and you | |
Even though I' d like them to | |
And you are just an actor in my heart | |
The story will play to the end | |
And you will never comprehend | |
Just how well you have taken to your part | |
I conjure up a single tear | |
The people look like ants from here | |
The distant buzz of endless passing cars | |
And gazing at eternity | |
The only one who counts is me | |
And we shall see our logo on the stars |