I could kill a hundred times a daynJust to find something that I would want to savenDon't you know who owns the stars?nControls the sea?nWhen I stop to catch it all, it passes me.nnWe are not starsnWe’re nothing but descendantsnOf butlers and attendantsnWe are like carsnRusting in a graveyardnWith some forgotten saviours.nnI could host a funeral tonightnLift her dress and kiss her while she's still alivenShe who kept a swallow in her mouthnJust to make it think that it was flying south.nnWe are not starsnWe’re nothing but descendantsnOf butlers and attendantsnWe are like carsnRusting in a graveyardnWith some forgotten saviours.