Old Stars

Old stars are shining from the sky
You're the spotlight, you're the sunlight
Can't you see they're getting high on you ?
Old stars are shining from your eyes
You're the spotlight, you're the sunlight
Can't you see they're getting high on you ?
Old stars are playing
Still / There / Still
They are faking
You're the spotlight, you're the sunlight
Can't you see they're getting high on you ?

Burn !
Burn the flames !
Burn the spaces, little star !
You can fall down ! You can stumble !

Planets and comets are falling from the sky
Useless little atoms are burning all the bridges

And they fall in, and they fall down
I saw many men (they) fall
Come on little comets, we love to see you go !
Poets and comets are falling from beyond
Lucy has died for her diamonds in the sky
And they shine in, and they shine on
I saw many men (they) fall
Come on little comets, we love to see you go !

All the poets consumate
Burn their brain like comets
While Venus in her car
Rolls to Heaven
Like a star
He was right, Mister Hegel
"The end of Art must be nigh"
For we burn and we burn
What money can't buy
And the sun may shine on
While the moon makes me sad
I'm a man full of scars
But Heaven's so far
For I burnt my talents
On their funeral pyre
Cause they and they burn
What money can't buy...