Old stars are shining from the skynYou're the spotlight, you're the sunlightnCan't you see they're getting high on you ?nOld stars are shining from your eyesnYou're the spotlight, you're the sunlightnCan't you see they're getting high on you ?nOld stars are playingnStill / There / StillnThey are fakingnYou're the spotlight, you're the sunlightnCan't you see they're getting high on you ?nnBurn !nBurn the flames !nBurn the spaces, little star !nYou can fall down ! You can stumble !nnPlanets and comets are falling from the skynUseless little atoms are burning all the bridges.nnAnd they fall in, and they fall downnI saw many men (they) fallnCome on little comets, we love to see you go !nPoets and comets are falling from beyondnLucy has died for her diamonds in the skynAnd they shine in, and they shine onnI saw many men (they) fallnCome on little comets, we love to see you go !nnAll the poets consumatenBurn their brain like cometsnWhile Venus in her carnRolls to HeavennLike a starnHe was right, Mister HegelnThe end of Art must be nighnFor we burn and we burnnWhat money can't buynAnd the sun may shine onnWhile the moon makes me sadnI'm a man full of scarsnBut Heaven's so farnFor I burnt my talentsnOn their funeral pyrenCause they and they burnnWhat money can't buy...n