Their time, spent in this place
Is greater then their looks
Step off this starlight train

And wonder if they're good
They're marked dually
As a token of their past

Through gashes thankfully
Soothe and let it pass


Earth is the hold, they are the kite
With silk that glows into the night
Cars are the dust, they are the pyrite

Conjuring lust out of a fight

Bore

They're fighting over her
She answers to no one and
Leaves her chin up high to

Challenge this world
Done
And so she takes her hand

And tells her all her secrets
Cries out
"Nobody can love us

If we're made of stars"

(Stars) are young and they know their place

Nobody's ever kept her down without a trace they're
Free from love yet free from closeness
The closest thing they've got to the perfect constant

Single mistress intuition
If she barks out orders then we must complete them
One must hear and one must see

They both must create but they've been $$#igned
To each