somewhere, drowning in a swimming pool that stretched clear across the great eurasian steppes, and yet you are discovered. you are the same. elsewhere, i'm trying hard to pay my private debts of stupid wagers cons and bets, and yet i will recover i am the same. it's something you believe in too. it pricks your skin, it burns right through. there was a time all lovers knew. distant stars will be the death of you. i swear it's true: distant stars will be the death of you. nowhere, unraveled by the most distinguished crimes furnished by the great american dime, and yet we can't take cover. we are to blame. it's something you believe in too. it pricks your skin, it burns right through. there was a time all lovers knew. distant stars will be the death of you. i swear it's true: distant stars will be the death of you.
