Even the stars fall for you Every star up in the sky Has got your name on it tonight And they don't stand a chance like I know I don't And girl you can't tell me that you can't see The kind of spell you put on me You gotta know just what you do I

Oh la la la la, la la la la la Oh la la la la, la la la frisky I just can't stop the feeling So if I hurt your feelings Don't seem to go away (Nothing else to say) (Don't take it the wrong way) It's just because I'm

Holy Mother, where are you? Tonight I feel broken in two. I've seen the stars fall from the sky. Holy mother, can't keep from crying. Oh I need your help this time, Get me through this lonely night. Tell me please which way to turn To find myself again.

While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night For unless they see the sky But they can't and that is why They know not if it's dark outside or light And now I know Spanish Harlem are not

Cover my eyes electric blue Na-na-na-na-na-na-na Every single night I dream about you Now I can't get my head around it I thought I found it But I found out I don't know shit But I found out Summer's gone and so are you See the sky electrocute

A machine heart (a machine heart) I let you do it too I pushed and pulled it I don't have a machine heart Can't tell it to stop, no burden to push the sky You'll see it break, you'll see it fall apart But it ain't calculated It ain't by the rules And you

Digging deep inside of me Getting past this agony I can't seem to get away Another day rotting in vain The suffering is fading, I scream into the sky Repulsion invades me, I say goodbye I wouldn't be angry if you just fucking cried Your tears would

Behind the clouds, the sun is shining Believe me even though you can't quite make it out You may not see the silver lining But there's a big blue sky waiting right behind the clouds When you're feeling lonely, lost and let down Seems like those dark

Dead boys don't cry Oh si you ti reda O yo tu si era Lo yo tu so lo ra No wonder why You'll see them ride the midnight sky For they can't die

They know not if it's dark outside or light While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night For unless they see the sky But they can't and that is why And now I know Spanish Harlem are not