Old stars are shining from the sky   You're the spotlight, you're the sunlight   Can't you see they're getting high on you ?   Old stars are shining from your eyes   You're the spotlight, you're the sunlight   Can't you see they're getting high on you ?   Old stars are playing   Still / There / Still   They are faking   You're the spotlight, you're the sunlight   Can't you see they're getting high on you ?      Burn !   Burn the flames !   Burn the spaces, little star !   You can fall down ! You can stumble !      Planets and comets are falling from the sky   Useless little atoms are burning all the bridges.      And they fall in, and they fall down   I saw many men (they) fall   Come on little comets, we love to see you go !   Poets and comets are falling from beyond   Lucy has died for her diamonds in the sky   And they shine in, and they shine on   I saw many men (they) fall   Come on little comets, we love to see you go !      All the poets consumate   Burn their brain like comets   While Venus in her car   Rolls to Heaven   Like a star   He was right, Mister Hegel   "The end of Art must be nigh"   For we burn and we burn   What money can't buy   And the sun may shine on   While the moon makes me sad   I'm a man full of scars   But Heaven's so far   For I burnt my talents   On their funeral pyre   Cause they and they burn   What money can't buy...