Spinning at the edge of life
Baby tell me whats like
to be loved and known
and still have a void
Are you still mine?
Even when you're in everyones' eyes?
Your pupils are expanding like this world
"Is everyone really here?"
Your pen is running out of ink
What do you see above me?
Is God happy?
Your fame is growing and so is the hunger for more
Notoriety never gave such comfort
Is the camera or a mirage? please pause, we need time
to be bright, or not be bright at all:
that is the answer, your only option.