Starfish

Sitting there watching
 Un Chien Andalou
 Eight years later
 At three in the morning
 Wiping his face
 He's carried away
 He's loving the danger
 He's watching the street
 You are not dreaming
 He's climbing the stair
 A star in a jar, beautiful belle
 The papers are blowing
 Down through the street
 A star in a jar, beautiful belle
 He enters the mirror
 Heads they're all turning
 Heads they're all turning
 He looks through the keyhole
 He looks through the keyhole
 Playing cards at the table
 Playing cards at the table
 A scar on the shoulder
 A star on the shoulder
 A mouth in the hand
 A mouth in the hand
 Leaving no footprints
 Off through the snow
 Leaving no footprints
 A star in a jar, beautiful belle
 A star in a jar, beautiful belle
 A star in a jar, beautiful belle