The rot of the stars is creeping by To merge in avenues while freeways glide Caught in the shade we stumble through To burn our way among the chosen few You could have said The wait is almost over Back in the middle, stuck up in the middle again Bruised and scarred you come to me for comfort But I've seen the rot of the stars and they2re to blame Drift though shrinker men To simplify again Become what you are I hear you say Stuck inside this shell we start to fade You could have said The wait is almost over Back in the middle, stuck up in the middle again Bruised and scarred you come to me for comfort But I've seen the rot of the stars and they're to blame You could have said The wait is almost over Back in the middle, stuck up in the middle again Bruised and scarred you come to me for comfort But I've seen the rot of the stars and they're to blame