Lyrics of
Singers No Star

Mostly all the time
will go to you
Coming up for air
for all the people
who Recognize the
sadness in a stranger
with less to lose
We get comfortable
with our detachment
to our oldest friends
And you got me here
where I'm left alone
I'm not the only
thing you ever left
If I were to spoil
a victory Or accept
all of your trust
and praise in spite
of me Will you
recognize the
failure in my
voice before I leave?
We sit on a crowded
ship It's not the
ending that's the
tragic part If you'd
get off my shoulders
and sit beside me
we would both be fine