Starry Configurations -

Starry configurations, I’m just a receiver

Divine recombinations, I’m just a recordist

Receptionist, unhappy medium

Receptionist, unhappy medium

Excellent accommodations, I’m just a bellboy

Beautiful surroundings, I’m just some gravel

Or peat moss, what have you

Or peat moss, what have you now

Why must you treat me like you do?

Don’t you know it’s all for you?

Dear infatuation, you do not see me

Die here beside you in see-through obscurity

Governess, fancy-less

We’ll sound the alarm

Drum up some simpleton for you

To eat these apples from your eyes

Emptiness fills room

And your love’s bud goes full bloom

You don’t love me

Aren’t thinking of me

Why am I waiting for you

To see I’m alive?

Storybook ending, I’m just a ledger

Hardly worth a mention or the paper

It’s written on and cried upon

And kissed once by wax

But still you treat me like you do

With everything I’ve done for you

Striking like a bird of prey

Along your notepad now

The only ear that turns your way

My dear diary

It’s just you and me

Tonight

You don’t love me

Aren’t thinking of me

You don’t love me

Aren’t thinking of me tonight

Why am I waiting for you

To see I’m alive?