Frida is smokin' cigarettes Pete Rose is placing bets Raphael is with his mistress Kid is excited for Christmas City busses whirring by In the corner of my eye I'm making love to some lush Another barista crush All these finches come and go I watch them fly from my window All your envy, all your lust Is just made of stardust Stardust, stardust
Emily is at her desk Weaving words beneath her breath Theodorous is sending cash To his brother who ain't afraid to ask Jesus and Iggy Pop Are both waiting for the next Strokes album to drop I'm making love to some actress She's actin' she has to have this I saw her in a movie I liked Our agents hooked us up the following night It could be a publicity stunt We're all just stardust Stardust, stardust
Sarah is writing a letter Telling me she's never been loved better While corporate dinosaur bones Are fueling your rush hour commute home The newlyweds are late on rent Gave it to the door-to-door evangelist I'm making love to myself Pour me another from the top shelf All these finches come and go I watch them perch on my totem pole There's only one that I trust She's made of stardust Stardust, stardust