The Star - Kathy Mattea

My head in the clouds, I can’t conceal, conceit.

I try to justify your looked, bewitched eye.

Am I shining brightly on falsified sky?

Chous:

And I try so hard to be like you.

And I’m just a star, and I’ll fade away too…

Like you.

You’ll see me as I am but I’m empty inside.

We’ll suck each other in the blackhole that

is life.

I can be a fallen star, not fallen from grace.

One plane, one world, one sky, so me don’t alientate.

Blind, you will see.

Star, that is me.