Your star's on the rise but you don't seem to notice
The little things people do
Little things get to you
You can't understand why the brings nothing of you
Drunk on the wine that you sent to your father
I'm feeling the loneliness
Please come and hold me
I'm shattered inside and the morning brings nothing of you
Chorus
Out of the sun feelings bring happiness
Stop being dumb
You know that you're no fun
And where you come from no one does anything wrong
You call in to die, it's the last thing you want to do
But nothing makes sense
It's the only thing clear to you
You still can't see why the morning brings nothing at all
Trapped undersea in a state of non toxic
Hypothesis wonderings, feelings and stumblings
Words splutter forth
But they never bring all that they should
Chorus x2
Your star's on the rise