Stella The Artist - David Gray

Stella, she gave me a state of grace

I’m armor plated 4 inches thick

Now all I got was a little taste

I’m gibbering like a lunatic

Stella, the artist

Just for now at least you’re mine, all mine

No need to be modest as the daylight creeps

Take her hand and reach through time

I felt the sting of my own rebuke

Come spinning back like a boomerang

I swam the sea of psychotic puke

Nursing my love like a guilty pang

Stella, the artist

Just for now at least you’re mine, all mine

No need to be modest as the daylight creeps

Take her hand and reach

You’re only saying what they all say

You’re only saying what they all say

It could be more like the old days

It should be more like the old days, oh, man

Stella, the artist

As the daylight creeps

Take her hand and reach through time

Stella, the artist

Just for now at least you’re mine, all mine

No need to be modest as the daylight creeps

And the floorboard creaks and your poor heart leaps

Take her hand and reach through time