My days like a star. My days like a scar. Driving to a river torn by scary waves in a weirdly shiny yet distressing day a dark amen is singing for a rank of clouds an a lazy freeway waiting for the moon. My days like a star. My days like a scar. Going to cast an eye around and through the mist I can hear a wiseman calling from the hills. Just another saviour makes my life so rich Filling all my nightmares with his sales pitch. Oh Lord, just arrived. Oh Lord, keep my head cool. Here the journey is coming to a very end, I can see you all, clowns, waiting just for me. How could I forget all your smart advice, how could I forget the concerts I have done, how could I forget the glory you granted me but the time has come you're trembling on the ground, digging your own grave an a nameless ground.