Knox’s Lament

Stars are falling
Everywhere
Here and now they're gone

Poking fingers
Trace the lines
All the way back home

Born too soon
Old and dying
[?] in a room

Won’t you do
What you see
Stars are in your eyes

Born too soon
Old and dying
Nervous in a room

Hold you to
What you see
Stars are in your eyes
Your eyes
Your eyes