Text: Idlewild. Post Electric Blues. Circle In Stars.

It's all the little things
Descending in the hope for what tomorrow brings
Depending what you wear and what you choose to sing
But slumped forward on bars, seeing circles in stars
You'll find it hard to define who you are

With acclaim, you find it anywhere you are
It's in the dictionary under stars who think they're stars
But then judgment doesn't go far
You've broken the bounds of the circling stars

Show me fame, decide who to blame
Let me think about it all night
Why do you have to show me again
When you were right the first time?

I've watched you turn into a goodbye
Almost into a stranger, the dead have been seen alive
Take my car and drive away, towards the river
Drive to the end of the river

And show me fame, decide who to blame
Let me think about it all night
Why do you have to show me again
When you were right the first time?

Show me blame, let me think about fame
I'll think about it all night
Why do you have to show me again?
I believed you more the first time

And show me fame, decide who to blame
Let me think about it all night
Why do you have to show me again
When you were right the first time?