Made up Stars Songtext
von Gentle Hen

Lying on your back at night
Pointing out a satellite
A dim distant made up star
Slowly fades out of sight
Kind of like your appetite
Who you were and who you are

Don′t ask us for our suggestions
We've all got the same questions
Don′t ask me what my advice is
Every day's a midlife crisis

Button on your workplace face
Like a helmet made for outer space
So no one can hear you scream
Meeting bleeding into lunch
Everyone's talking at once
No one can see you dreaming


Don′t ask us for our suggestions
We′ve all got the same questions
Don't ask me what my advice is
Every day′s a midlife crisis
Crisis, Crisis
Christ, this can't be all we are
Dim distant made up stars

Don′t ask us for our suggestions
We've all got the same questions
Don′t ask me what my advice is
Every day's a midlife crisis
Don't ask us for our suggestions
We′ve all got the same questions
Don′t ask me what my advice is
Every day's a midlife crisis
Crisis, Crisis
Christ, this can′t be all we are