We could've been something better
And that our sensation never ends
To dream for our religion
And do it all just because
That invites us to be pure contradiction
Stars and ghosts appear
Like Cinderella at the ball
The prettiest things bloom
Like cards through the air
Your shot always hits
And it's your blazing eyes
Stars and ghosts appear
Like Cinderella at the ball
The prettiest things bloom
And it's your blazing eyes
And me believing I'm divine
When we're looking at each other
We're two captive crazies
That are making it up
Stars and ghosts appear
Like Cinderella at the ball
The prettiest things bloom