Star gazing like a supernatural spread across
Each crevice of our sky
Curdling the cotton clouds
Yet somehow continues to lie their waiting
For whats about to happen
Dream awake with cookies baked
And pancakes for everyone with a grinning smile
As happy as charged
The first man on Mars
And now the stars are falling into place
Like a good little boy
Like a good little boy
Like a good little boy
Idolising Rooks with crooks and knights in shining
Armour
The royals frolicking in the parlour
With looks in books
The disaster charmer
An overindulgent father
We simply remain
Our throne to claim
And now the stars are falling into place
And now the world is turning
This last embrace
Such a good little boy
Now the stars are falling into place
This world it keeps on turning
Lying through your fucking teeth
The bliss old world keeps churning
