Glittering silver of solitude In the darkest whisk of blue purple Just the enchantment of fulfilling your wish The wish you made to be there Just sitting on a star With clothes of laced velvet And a clear mind to think Not just five but a circle of points Extending transversely of their core Giving the glisten to your hair and eyes That show your anguish to be there Just sitting on a star With clothes of laced velvet And you think who you are Sunday nights can't be all that they seem When you get there you'll know what I mean When you've reached it You can find peace and truth Two things so hard to find here Making your life so worth living to the end Live on a throne now that you're there Just sitting on a star With clothes of laced velvet And you think where you are