Cold days Bad face And we lost our red balloon (stop thief, stop thief!) You're out of my hair But the spin-around bear couldn't heal these broken blues But when my shelf is dead I'm going to live in your head Malice of stars This ovation is a blunt scimitar Shot down, drop down Baby the stigmata shall flower Hour by hour I bring back but not in time I see you under carnival light Taking the last ride home in a shiverin' sky (excuse me master, can you tell me the way to the gate?) Gla** dreams shattered it seems I'm your tousled finite seam (?) Our confidence wanes Pride becomes pain And the moment disappears But where the days never end, I'm gonna find you again And the malice of stars This ovation is a blunt scimitar Shot down, drop down Baby the stigmata shall flower Hour by hour Malice of stars This ovation is a blunt scimitar Shot down, drop down Baby the stigmata shall flower Hour by hour Woah-oh Malice of stars Malice of stars (lalalala) Malice of stars (lalalala) (lalalala) (lalalala)