shaking, the bass was thumping There's a tidal wave coming so you'd better start learning to swim There's a tidal wave coming so you'd better start learning
All the laughter is just making me sad The stars have turned cherry red I'm strumming on my gay guitar Smoking a cheap cigar The ghost of our old love
landscape, of broken rocks Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare
head All the laughter is just makin' me sad The stars have turned cherry red I'm strummin' on my gay guitar Smokin' a cheap cigar The ghost of our old
Repeated again and again in her dreams: A muffled scream, and a broken fall as the moonlight streams in from down the End of the hall, it's just the stars
the moon, Yeah, is anybody there, or am I just as scared as you? And now you've given me a mission to do, I've got to rearrange the stars so that they
just as cool and ripe as air can be," and a woman who sincerely Believes in UFOs and who can blame her when the stars are hanging Overhead, dangling by
head All the laughter is just making me sad The stars have turned cherry red I'm strumming on my gay guitar Smoking a cheap cigar The ghost of our old
