I'm not the kind of fool Who's gonna sit and sing to you, About stars, girl.
But last night I looked up into The dark half of the blue, And they'd gone backwards.
* Something in your magnetism Must have pissed them off,
Forcing them to get an early night.
I have been searching from The bottom to the top
For such a sight As the one I caught when I saw your
** Fingers dimming the lights Like you're used to being told that you're trouble
And I spent all night Stuck on the puzzle
Nobody I asked Knew how he came to be the one To whom you surrendered
Any man who wasn't led away Into the other room Stood pretending