Standing in Awe of a Monument

Baby, you’re a shooting star

You shot right past my eyes and right into my spine But I made a wish on the floorboards of this house That I’d never gaze on your star fall again

Open your eyes and see the world around you It’s falling down

Can’t see the world around you

Open your eyes and see the world around you And draw a blank

Can’t see the world around you

It feels like standing in awe of a monument

Baby, you’re a shooting star

You shot right past my eyes and right into my spine But I made a wish on the floorboards of this house That I’d never gaze on your star fall again

I’ve watched you kill yourself

It feels like standing in awe of a monument I can see you but never understand

I can feel you but never understand

Four blank walls, a record player in the corner LaBelle fills the room, “if only she knew too” You keep coming home, I wish you wouldn’t You keep coming home, I wish you wouldn’t

Open your eyes and see the world around you, It’s falling down,

Can’t see the world around you

I’ve watched you kill yourself

It feels like standing in awe of a monument I can see you but never understand

I can feel you but never understand

Good hell, I’ve seen those eyes before Each lesson of fear I’ve learned in them

you.keep.coming.home