Blue Like Mars - Lloyd Cole

Baby you know it’s not about you

Orbiting as it is around you

Soon to be clear

Beyond your domain

Doesn’t it stink to be human?

Fallible, weak.

So tiresome

How could a god create a beast so low?

How should I know?

Baby you know it’s not about you

All of the bars around the black holes

Teeming with freedmen and glorioles

Waiting for new stars to break on through

Brokers and lawyers in the back rooms

Briefcases filled with profane sums

Cadillac waiting by the sub-space port

All aboard

Baby you know it’s not about you

Baby you know it’s not about you

Neutron Star

Beautiful remnant in the night sky

Blue like Mars

Blue like any other street light

Afraid of the dark

Afraid of nothing

Afraid of the future

When it’s not about you

Baby you know it’s not about you

Orbiting as it is around you

Soon to be clear

Beyond your domain

Three volcanoes and a rose bush

Soon to be nothing, soon enough

Seven of diamonds to the eight of spades