Midnight Coward - Stars

Sweetness, sweetness never suits me

When I get up to take you home

Maybe it’s love, love at first slightly drunk

Now I’m walking with the sun in my mouth

Worry, worry is a well

Gonna let it fall tonight from where we stand

What can’t be decided

In the morning it will bring itself to you

I can see what’s coming, but I’m not saying it

Sickness, weakness at the thought, of how you’re going to play

How long should I stay?

Promises, promises never cease to assist it

And now I’m back on my back, please bite your word

Hurry, hurry to believe

I can always trust, as much as you deceive

What can’t be decided

In the morning it will bring itself to you

I can see what’s coming, but I’m not saying it

What’s your middle name?

How do you play the game?

I’ll be the first to leave

When did I grow up?

I don’t want to say too much

I’ll be the first to leave

What can’t be decided

In the morning it will bring itself to you

What can’t be decided

Can fool you into thinking maybe you can choose

I can see what’s coming

I can see what’s coming

I can see what’s coming

But I’m not saying it