Five stars that wade by.
He's not so lonely.
Stars up there shine, always.
I've been outside.
Washed out in streetlight.
Oh, stars alone are shining, down and down and down.
Starts alone shine.
He's lost in low tides.
Oars on the oceans rise inside me.
I carried the word and the word made me cold
and the way that it caught on it made it all wrong and it's solitude!
Oh, we waded in trouble and came into love
and the word that was said and created was ha-ha-ha-horror!
Horror.
I'm waiting for waves now to wash us away,
for the wind to unearth us and laugh in our face, hallelujah!
Hurry.
Five stars that wade by.
He's not so lonely.
Stars up there shine. Always.
Real light.
Real light.