Famous Prophets (Stars)

Apologies to future mes and yous But I can't help feeling like we're through The ripping of the tape hurts my ears In my years, I have never seen anyone quit quite like you do Twin bruises on my shins From where I kicked the back of the seat in They meant what I went through for you But now they're fading, now they're gone (Don't spend too much time on it) These teenage hands Will never touch yours again But I remember you, you had a body You had hands and arms and legs and et cetera Did I fail? Did I fall? (In the morning when I wake up, are you mine?) Did I waste my time, waste my time on a broken heart? (Take the trash out like a bad dream, are you gone?) Or is this the start of the great silence? (From the old house, the fiercest heart spoke, are you mine?) Is this the start of every day? (Christmas tree's dead, you know how time flies, are you gone?) I'm not gonna end up a nervous wreck Like the people I know who are nervous wrecks Though I'm not gonna name names (Yours was an exception) Did the sound just stop? At the end of every day There'll be nothing left to say There'll be no backstage pass We gotta go back We gotta go back We gotta go back We gotta go back We gotta go back We gotta go back We gotta go back We gotta go back We gotta go back We gotta go back We gotta go back We gotta go back We gotta go back We gotta go back We gotta go back Don't get too impressed You might lose your breath Don't predict your death 'Cause I like you the best Don't you fall apart You might lose my heart You know I love your art The ocean washed over your grave The ocean washed open your grave The ocean washed over your grave The ocean washed open your grave The ocean washed over your grave The ocean washed open your grave The ocean washed over your grave The ocean washed open your grave The ocean washed over your grave The ocean washed open your grave The ocean washed over your grave The ocean washed open your grave The ocean washed over your grave The ocean washed open your grave... So descend into cliché If you've found your holy grail I could fill back in that grave I could hammer in that nail I could give you what you want I could give you what you deserve I could sing another song I could watch that hammer swerve And when the mirror breaks I wouldn't miss it for the world Call it blackstar, call it painstar The same thing happens when you touch it Did they tell you what happens when you touch it? Let me tell you what happens when you touch it... Let me, let me, let Let me Let me So descend into cliché If the music has forsaken you Roll the stone over the grave I never liked that one anyways Or stare into the face Of whatever it is that's facing you And if the levee breaks You'll find out what it is that's replacing you And when the mirror breaks I wouldn't miss it for the world Call it blackstar Call it painstar The same thing happens when you touch it Did they tell you what happens when you touch it? Did they tell you what happens when you touch it? Did they tell you Did they tell me What happened to you? (It'll take some time But somewhere down the line We won't be) Love never fails But where there are prophecies, they will cease where there are tongues, they will be stilled where there is knowledge, it will pass away For we know in part and we prophesy in part but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I abandoned my childhood I put these ways behind me. For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known And now these two remain