Thank the Stars (Shinebox)

I’ve made so many records
That I don’t know what to play
And I’ve told so much about myself
I don’t have much to say
And I’m not feelin’ all that old
And I don’t mean to come off cold
If then I have to see the forest or the trees
I usually go home

We used to make singles
Hopin’ for airplay
But it’s getting to the point
Where I haven’t touched a radio in days
I’m just playin’ vinyl
That I can’t afford to make
And I’m absorbin’ music
I’m not good enough to play

So, turn off your radio
There’s probably nothing on
I’d play my own records
At least then I could sing along
I’m not out of passion
I’m just out of ideas
I love you all for lovin’ me
And I just thank the stars you’re all still here

This is the voice I was born with
The voice that comеs through my nose
I’m too nice to evеn feel right
Sharping, get into most of my shows
Cause once you pay then you’d expect
To hear all your favorites
And I’m not quite sure what those are
I’m not telepathic yet

So, turn off your radio
There’s probably nothing on
I’d play my own records
At least then I could sing along
I’m not out of passion
I’m just out of ideas
I love you all for lovin’ me
And I just thank the stars you’re all still here