Texty: Kathryn Williams. Little Black Numbers. Each Star We See.

You left me in your house
Full of mysteries full of silence
I looked at all your things 'til i believed they were mine
Sit and relax, sit and relax, sit and relax

And there's no contemplation of our situation
Only at night do we think of our lives
Being a blink of a greater world

But each star we see in the sky is a sun like our own beginnning to die
And our future in their past or the other way round
Come on see it the other way round
Around

He can hear a pin drop from fourty yards
With the door shut
So why can't he hear my heart
Escape through the back door
No, you're like a cup of water
Swimming on a bigger sea
You can't spill out of yourself
Spill on the floor spill onto me

But each star we see in the sky is a sun like our own beginnning to die
And our future in their past or the other way round
Come on see it the other way round
Around

Each star we see in the sky is a sun like our own beginnning to die
And our future in their past or the other way round
Come on see it the other way round

Each star we see
In the sky
Is a sun
Like our own
Beginnning to die
Each star, each star, each star
Each star we see, each star we see
Each star, each star, each star