wire your thoughts/brought down in line

you keep me shooting stars
you keep me falling back
with bodies all burnt
everything buried underground

now my life has overgrown
whatever kids said I could be
whatever mom thinks I want
nothing matters

falling back,
prisioner of your endless circle
the sparks flare, flowers whither and die

so will you
so will I
and any hope of mine
it will be lost at sea

with the moon and the stars
how you want it
how I want it,
who chooses where to stand?


I keep
shooting at
stars,

and failing
to aim
at your heart