Lyrics A Strand of Blue Stars - Frog Eyes

A Strand of Blue Stars

Your daughter on the stairs
A row runs her hair
Marguerites in the grass
Plucking songs out of the past
A joke, a red gown
Throats filled with talent
The god, the gatekeeper
The beast burst out of the heater
Even when you dance you call her
Even when you dance you are rot
A strand of blue stars
The headlights of all our cars
A blue light rings your finger
Your jealous cousin Peter
Freeze sad, it’s like a lighter
Burning coldness in the hands of the traitor
Be the bus, be the brag
Be the ones loud with agate and be
Yolk, be the fire
Be the ruler be the squire
Be the block, be the tire
Be the puncture in the sole
And the silence of the actor
In the corner, fuck your friends
Turn your back to the doorway and storm around the bend
Be the width that snaps the wire
Be the trail that traps the finder
Be the trail that traps the finder
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes, you’ve got to be
The door that you walk through that sets you free
Sometimes, you’ve got to be
The door that you walk through that sets you free