A Strand of Blue Stars - Frog Eyes

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