Up on a pedestal. Up on a stage. You bring us to tears. Telling tales of your fears.. All listening – but somehow no one hears.. Then the news comes suddenly.. Another one dies.. Another sad ending.. Another fan cries.. Which part of life was just too much to take?. Stars that fall. Leave blazing trails. Across the night sky.. Stars that fall. Their memory. Will keep their soul alive.. It’s part of the lifestyle.. Part of the show.. Money and fame.. Confusion and shame.. Can buy escape. An accident they say.. It’s a waste of the potential.. It’s a waste of time.. And overall I say it’s a. Waste of paper and a waste of rhyme.. There’s got to be another way.. CHORUS. Who’ll be the next one?. You never can tell.. Just look around. The lost are begging to be found.. Don’t let them fall. Fall to the ground…. Stars that fall. When one is gone. The legend that they leave lives on.. Stars that fall.. We’ll never know. What we never heard. From stars that fall.