Starry Configurations

(álbum: Orange Rhyming Dictionary - 1998)

Starry configurations, I'm just a receiver
Divine recombinations, I'm just a recordist
Receptionist, unhappy medium
Receptionist, unhappy medium

Excellent accommodations, I'm just a bellboy
Beautiful surroundings, I'm just some gravel
Or peat moss, what have you
Or peat moss, what have you now

Why must you treat me like you do?
Don't you know it's all for you?

Dear infatuation, you do not see me
Die here beside you in see-through obscurity
Governess, fancy-less
We'll sound the alarm

Drum up some simpleton for you
To eat these apples from your eyes

Emptiness fills room
And your love's bud goes full bloom
You don't love me
Aren't thinking of me
Why am I waiting for you
To see I'm alive?

Storybook ending, I'm just a ledger
Hardly worth a mention or the paper
It's written on and cried upon
And kissed once by wax

But still you treat me like you do
With everything I've done for you

Striking like a bird of prey
Along your notepad now
The only ear that turns your way
My dear diary
It's just you and me
Tonight

You don't love me
Aren't thinking of me
You don't love me
Aren't thinking of me tonight
Why am I waiting for you
To see I'm alive?