Stars might be nothing but used light nShedding a past time upon your face nAnd dreams seem like merely a smokescreen nA vain compensation your mind displays nnThis life writes no I.O.U.'s nLet's put every moment left to use nnYou are dogmatic but don't change nEvery backstreet here knows your name nIt's easy to feel like they owe you nSomething divine or just to cling to nnThis life writes no I.O.U.'s nLet's put every moment left to use nnHead against your chest nEvery beat resounds you're dispossessed nAnd it's implied nWhat a wistfulness you hold inside n