Stethoscope Sounds - Bedroom Eyes

Stars might be nothing but used light

Shedding a past time upon your face

And dreams seem like merely a smokescreen

A vain compensation your mind displays

This life writes no I.O.U.'s

Let’s put every moment left to use

You are dogmatic but don’t change

Every backstreet here knows your name

It’s easy to feel like they owe you

Something divine or just to cling to

This life writes no I.O.U.'s

Let’s put every moment left to use

Head against your chest

Every beat resounds you’re dispossessed

And it’s implied

What a wistfulness you hold inside