The rot of the stars is creeping by   To merge in avenues while freeways glide   Caught in the shade we stumble through   To burn our way among the chosen few   You could have said – the wait is almost over   Back in the middle, stuck up in the middle again   Bruised and scarred you come to me for comfort   But I’ve seen the rot of the stars and they’re to blame   Drift though shrinker men   To simplify again   Become what you are I hear you say   Stuck inside this shell we start to fade   You could have said – the wait is almost over   Back in the middle, stuck up in the middle again   Bruised and scarred you come to me for comfort   But I’ve seen the rot of the stars and they’re to blame   You could have said – the wait is almost over   Back in the middle, stuck up in the middle again   Bruised and scarred you come to me for comfort   But I’ve seen the rot of the stars and they’re to blame