Bedroom Galaxy - Secret & Whisper

When your grandmother dies

Will she fly to the afterlife

Or will she haunt your children?

My thoughts are logical in my bedroom

I lay awake with a desperate moon

I’m wishing it all away

I don’t need the anxiety

Dirty yellow star hinting at who you are

Do you feel dead, sinking into my waterbed?

The stars on my ceiling are glowing

your life is a constant impending doom

Watch the sun melt all the icicles

Making friends is never logical

Toss your body to the ocean for the gulls and seabirds

They will watch with sun tan lotion in the salty air

I know who you are

Dirty yellow star