He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really dead (He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead) He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really dead (He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead) (He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead) He is poised to a very strange degree Wrapped up in emotional imagery Small and senseless on an alter ego trip He wants to alter your every ego trip Nothing special, nothing to see me Nothing doing, nothing with me Nothing much and nothing to do with me He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really dead (He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead) He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really dead (He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead) (He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead) He is awash in competing theories He's glad to be out of the house It's that time of the evening I need to have some feeling I'm on the surface, tension, no pretension Keeps you going, gets you nowhere Present tense in the worst person singular He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really dead (He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead) He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really dead (He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead) (He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead) Because the message is cheap and exhilarating Now he's slobbering on the glass A sexistic boy having a world wide wank He says well that's very punk of me Nothing special, nothing to see me Nothing doing, nothing with me Nothing much and nothing to do with me He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really dead (He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead) He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are dead © MUTE SONG; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com