We Are Not Stars

I could kill a hundred times a day
Just to find something that I would want to save
Don't you know who owns the stars?
Controls the sea?
When I stop to catch it all, it passes me.

We are not stars
We’re nothing but descendants
Of butlers and attendants
We are like cars
Rusting in a graveyard
With some forgotten saviours.

I could host a funeral tonight
Lift her dress and kiss her while she's still alive
She who kept a swallow in her mouth
Just to make it think that it was flying south.

We are not stars
We’re nothing but descendants
Of butlers and attendants
We are like cars
Rusting in a graveyard
With some forgotten saviours.