Stars are never sleeping. The dead ones and the living. We live closer to the earth. Never to the heavens. The stars are never far away. Stars are out tonight. They watch us from behind their shades. Brigitte Jack and Kate and Brad. From behind their tinted window stretch. Gleaming like blackened sunshine. Stars are never sleeping. Dead ones and the living. Waiting for the first move. Satyrs and their child wives. Waiting for the last move. Soaking up our primitive world. Stars are never sleeping. Dead ones and the living. Their jealousy's spilling down. The stars must stick together. We will never be rid of these stars. But I hope they live forever. And they know just what we do. That we toss and turn at night. They're waiting to make their moves. For the stars are out tonight. Here they are upon the stairs. Sexless and unaroused. They are the stars they're dying for you. But I hope they live forever. They burn you with their radiant smiles. Trap you with their beautiful eyes. They're broke and shamed. Or drunk or scared. But I hope they live forever. Their jealousy's spilling down. The stars must stick together. We will never be rid of these stars. But I hope they live forever. And they know just what we do. That we toss and turn at night. They're waiting to make their moves on us. But the stars are out tonight. The stars are out tonight. The stars are out tonight