You looked just like a starmaker. That is, not like a star.
And it looked good on paper. That is the cruelest part.
So look alive it’s much cheaper. The dead have expensive taste.
The look-alikes found their way here. It’s you they want to replace.
Yeah there’s room at the top, pretty cheap for the view
But the vertigo drop put the skyline askew
Made me trip on the step, then I flew for awhile
Falling down the stairs of your smile...
You looked just like a starmaker. That is, not like a star
And it looked good on paper. Good design takes you far.
There were too many dress ups, not enough child’s play
Too many stopped clocks, not enough time saved
Too many soapboxes, not enough violins,
Too many shipwrecks, not enough sirens
Yeah there’s room at the top, pretty cheap for the view
But the vertigo drop made the skyline all skewed
Made me trip on the step, wasn’t careful enough
Falling down the stairs of your love...
And now now you got what you want. Be full...
Yeah there’s room at the top, pretty cheap for the view
But the vertigo drop made the skyline all skewed
Made me trip on the step, then I flew for a while
Falling down the stairs of your smile...
Falling down the stairs of your love...
