Does it make you feel good to be right in the middle

Of the white-hot spotlight, my darlin' dear?

Does it make you feel powerful to pull on people

Like gravity whose attentions, oh, you seek?

So many stars in the night sky

Are they making you blind?

So many stars in the night sky

Are they making you blind?

Are they making you blind?

You will eclipse your own shine

Does it make you feel good to take a plot of land

Already manned and tamed by another's hand?

Does it make you feel beautiful to craft yourself

'Til half of what is real, oh, is concealed?

So many stars in the night sky

Are they making you blind?

So many stars in the night sky

Are they making you blind?

Are they making you blind?

You will eclipse your own shine

You never got what you wanted

You never got what you wanted

You never got what you wanted

You eclipsed your own shine

Does it make you feel good to be right in the middle

Of the white-hot spotlight, my darlin' dear?

Does it make you feel powerful to pull on people

Like gravity whose attentions, oh, you seek?

So many stars in the night sky

Are they making you blind?

So many stars in the night sky

Are they making you blind?

Are they making you blind?

You will eclipse your own shine