When The Stars Fall From Grace

Jangling guitars build up to a catchy chorus blending rock with folk. Flutes and Oboes join in the fun.

Lyrics:

She said she doesn’t like sugar so why do you say that sweetness makes the lover and then you told her she reminds you of your mother and she doesn’t like butter so why do you slide around under those covers melting through her hands and down the gutter

She’s not biting cos she don’t like it when it’s rare She’s not feeding cos you keep bleeding over her

Oh brother, you talk about the things you must discover the cannibal that lies inside the lover She’s not biting cos she don’t like it when it’s rare She’s not feeding cos you keep bleeding over her

She’s not biting cos she don’t like it when it’s rare She’s not feeding cos you keep bleeding over her

Today, you’ve got to walk away and find another place somewhere darker, maybe outer space where you can’t offend, but then again I’ve got a feeling that the stars would fall from grace

She’s not feeding cos you keep bleeding over her She’s not biting cos she don’t like it when it’s rare She’s not feeding cos you keep bleeding over her