Bright Star Catalogue Songtext

von The Blue Aeroplanes

Sitting by the grass
On the road to my renewal

Staring at the tail lights
Of the unutterably cool

Heading for the capitol
Heading for the stars

Hey, you know I'll watch you
However far away you are

I can always find you
In the Bright Star Catalogue

I had an idea
But I'd better not tell you

It's something you could steal
It's unutterably cool

You're heading for the stratosphere
Up among the stars

Casually, thoughtlessly
Cruel

Dial-a-star
He'll know who you are

He'll know that you're his
Like you is mine

He always knows
Star 69

Invisible to the naked eye
The distant star is just a number

The distant star knows who we are
We're just a number

And all of us are chanting
5-4-3-2-1

Hey!
We got your number

You're so far out, man
But we can see you

I love to love what love says love
Staring at the skies in holy calm

Heading for a distant point
On the road to my renewal

Smoking petrol, taking oil
Drinking fucking lighter-fuel

Is not an option
If you want to write, you know where I am

There's a price to pay for a lack of adventure
I paid it

You can look up the numbers of all the stars
At least the ones you can see

Shine on me
You made it