Like candles melt to evening from erect afternoons one million brilliant stars that know exactly what they're doing they don’t sit in traffic jams they run right across the roofs and if you seen them too you wouldn’t need this proof its my speckled vanity that buys the beer around here if my million brilliant stars show signs of fading on their feet its my freckled innocence that lends them all an ear if my million brilliant stars get sick of being brilliant now were comparing scars and were ripping up the yarns my million brilliant stars have got some real long stories your wanton ringlets fell in a crest around your shoes for the waves that leapt like lambs we jumped the turnstiles for a tube we may be the laughing stock for thickening the soup may my face be full of cracks from laughs I had along the route its my speckled vanity that buys the beer around here if my million brilliant stars show signs of fading on their feet its my freckled innocence that lends them all an ear if my million brilliant stars get sick of being brilliant stars now were comparing scars and were ripping up the yarns my million brilliant stars have got some real long stories


Lyrics submitted by JordyWordy

Million Briliant Stars song meanings
Add your thoughts

No Comments

sort form View by:
  • No Comments

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top
explain