Cold days   Bad face   And we lost our red balloon    (stop thief, stop thief!)      You're out of my hair   But the spin-around bear couldn't heal these broken blues   But when my shelf is dead I'm going to live in your head      Malice of stars   This ovation is a blunt scimitar   Shot down, drop down   Baby the stigmata shall flower   Hour by hour      I bring back but not in time   I see you under carnival light   Taking the last ride home in a shiverin' sky   (excuse me master, can you tell me the way to the gate?)      Glass dreams shattered it seems   I'm your tousled finite seam (?)   Our confidence wanes   Pride becomes pain    And the moment disappears      But where the days never end, I'm gonna find you again      And the malice of stars   This ovation is a blunt scimitar   Shot down, drop down   Baby the stigmata shall flower   Hour by hour      Malice of stars   This ovation is a blunt scimitar   Shot down, drop down   Baby the stigmata shall flower    Hour by hour    Woah-oh   Malice of stars (x2)   (lalalala)   Malice of stars   (lalalala x3)