Knox’s Lament
Stars are falling
Everywhere
Here and now they're gone
Poking fingers
Trace the lines
All the way back home
Born too soon
Old and dying
[?] in a room
Won’t you do
What you see
Stars are in your eyes
Born too soon
Old and dying
Nervous in a room
Hold you to
What you see
Stars are in your eyes
Your eyes
Your eyes