Music Instead of us You get used to it Why should we be forgive and tough and look bad or beautiful While the stars still show Right after they die Don't wipe your eyes As lonely skies are over She says She says My diamond in the sky Whenever your love has died How you burned so bright My just fading light She says She says She says She says One, two, three, go! My journalist thinks we'll work this *** out Don't need confusion from what you say My journalist thinks we'll work this *** out And I don't need confusion from what you say Music As your light could show My interstellar boat How I get back home Now just a black hole She says She says She says She says She says
