Stars - Barcelona

Tuesday came and I feigned happy

I’m so lonely here

This thing between my lungs is

Making me so tired

It’s bleeding me

You know me and how I hate this

We’ve said enough for now

Although it’s been three hours

We haven’t spoke at all

Oh, inside this empty cabinet

Nothing shines in here

On the edge of night

We look down on our streets and houses

You felt sick, so I drove back

And if we go back to stars

We won’t need any money

We won’t need these poor hearts

This crowd incites my riots

I’ll try to calm them down

Criminals compound my weakness

I’m barely hanging on

They’re bleeding me

Oh, why can’t I feel it?

Nothing hurts down here

On the edge of night

We look down on our streets and houses

You felt sick so I drove back

And if we go back to stars

We won’t need any money

We won’t need these poor hearts

On the edge of night

We look down on our streets and houses

You felt sick so I drove back

And if we go back to stars

We won’t need any money

We won’t need these poor hearts