It started to rain,
as I reached for your hand in the precinct.
If you need reassurance, I love you, I need you.
But don't be afraid if your life isn't going
the way that you wanted.

And then she turned,
and said, "you're a dreamer,
an underachiever."
I might have been...
a man without a star.

Stunned by her outburst,
I let go her hand in the precinct.
I've tried very hard,
not to deceive you,
I've written of love, as it is, as I know it...
...so much for writing.

The threatening page,
the words of love in writing,
somehow they seem blinding...
almost afraid...
a man without a star.

I've mistranslated into music,
lost in translation what I meant to say.
The sentimental chastised dreamer sighs,
rubs his eyes, casts his nets again.

I walked away and I started to dream of Elysium,
reality dwindled, the real world escaped me.
Who can relate to another man's fate?
We're alone in a quandary.

But this first song,
swung out of the cloisters,
sliding down the banisters...
...a mystery...
a man without a star.

The DEVILS Made Me Do It!
The Fields of Eden