Bright Star Catalogue - The Blue Aeroplanes

Sitting by the grass

On the road to my renewal

Staring at the tail lights

Of the unutterably cool

Heading for the capitol

Heading for the stars

Hey, you know I’ll watch you

However far away you are

I can always find you

In the Bright Star Catalogue

I had an idea

But I’d better not tell you

It’s something you could steal

It’s unutterably cool

You’re heading for the stratosphere

Up among the stars

Casually, thoughtlessly

Cruel

Dial-a-star

He’ll know who you are

He’ll know that you’re his

Like you is mine

He always knows

Star 69

Invisible to the naked eye

The distant star is just a number

The distant star knows who we are

We’re just a number

And all of us are chanting

Hey!

We got your number

You’re so far out, man

But we can see you

I love to love what love says love

Staring at the skies in holy calm

Heading for a distant point

On the road to my renewal

Smoking petrol, taking oil

Drinking fucking lighter-fuel

Is not an option

If you want to write, you know where I am

There’s a price to pay for a lack of adventure

I paid it

You can look up the numbers of all the stars

At least the ones you can see

Shine on me

You made it