Stargazing like a supernatural spread across each crevice of our sky Curdling the cotton clouds Yet somehow continues to lie there waiting For what's about to happen Dream awake with cookies baked And pancakes for everyone with a grinning smile Happy as charged First man on Mars And now the stars are falling into place Like a good little boy Idolising rooks with crooks and knights in shining armour The royals frolicking in the parlour With looks in books The disaster charmer an overindulgent father We simply remain Our throne to claim And now the stars are falling into place And now the world is turning This last embrace Such a good little boy Now the stars are falling into place This world it keeps on turning Lying through your mouldy teeth The bliss old world keeps churning