Who do you think you are? 
Some kind of distant burning star 
And I am always throwing the truth at people 
As if I was born underneath a steeple 
And in my magnificence 
I ask the boy I love to dance 
With me and he accepts 
And I wonder and I one of his regrets 
Now that he has found someone to share 
His body with and someone runs their hands through his hair 
Something I never got to do 
And would I ever admit it to you 
If we were face to face on a screen 
I see it like this in a dream 
And everyone says you have to grow up and get married
But I don’t want to buried 
Alive in this skin 
I just want to die with him 
In some kind of immortal flame 
That knows neither shape nor name 
And he denies me like a man on the cross
And I turn away like it’s his loss 
When really it’s my own 
The absence of someone I’ve never known 
And I picture him with all his bros 
In the throes 
Of raucous laughter that masks the pain 
That is as familiar as the rain 
That you live under 
And I don’t have your number 
Anymore 
I let my phone go out of operation, mo stór
And there’s no way you can reach me now 
I erected barricades that don’t allow 
You to dip into my sphere 
Because I know that if you were near 
My will would crumble
And my self respect take a tumble 
As I give you leave to wreck the joint 
Because you just miss the point 
Of the whole affair 
There was a moment I was there 
And in it we were infinite 
I keep touching it again each night 
In the hope it might ignite 
And burn into holy flame
But it seems you only know my name 
And not the immortal beneath 
I wonder if that’s why you were kissing my feet