Portishead Wandering Star

Please could you stay awhile to share my grief

For it's such a lovely day

To have to always feel this way

And the time that I will suffer less

Is when I never have to wake

Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved

The blackness of darkness forever

Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved

The blackness of darkness forever

Those who have seen the needles eye, now tread

Like a husk, from which all that was, now has fled

And the masks, that the monsters wear

To feed, upon their prey

Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved

The blackness of darkness forever

Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved