Star

Original

Mowing down a sprite, trade the scythe, eating cyanide, wear them like a surgical gown.

With a pint of lead in my head, out amongst the dead, loving that I've long lost the count.

But you, you, you, you, you, you, your stellar winds rush a whale through me.

And you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you ribbon crib on the scaffold, cheating.

You got me dyin' like a star, centuries apart, sun like in the banded sky.

You got me dyin' like a star, ay-ya-ya, erupt into a started veil.

Dyin' like a star, centuries apart, you got me dyin' like a star among the brightest shields.

Time to take a pill, it's no shield against an oil spill, lock me like a tempest to drought.

Every inch of my earth and sky you can occupy, cover me entirely.

But you, you, you, you, you, you will take the shape of anything, inhale.

And you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you're imminent everywhere, near me.

You got me dyin' like a star, centuries apart, sun like in the banded sky.

You got me dyin' like a star, ay-ya-ya, erupt into a started veil.

You got me dyin' like a star, collapsing nebula.

You got me dyin' like a star,

Luciana.

Luciana, Luciana,

Luciana. Luciana.

Luciana, Luciana,

Luciana.

Luciana