Ooo, ah, ooo, ah
Surfing the sky, pained to realize that
I can't keep it clockwise
Still see you
Dead men tell no tales, our story's past due
But why can I sing the blues?
I try to look forward, but no use
Cause the stars made a picture of you, woah
Core memories like best days
Fade off to be replaced
I tore up the pictures, but no use
Cause the stars made a picture of you
Ah, ooo, ah
No consolation prize, the constellations cried
As the stars make a picture of you