Hugo Grayling - Starlite Lyrics

The heavens empty for my son

The storm is a function of sky
Your truth is a function of lie
God's a number line
God's a function of Why

We searched every night for the star
Until we fell asleep in the car
We'll get old until
Time reveals who we are

Years exchanging dusk for dawn
Seem too proud to carry on
Every time the seasons change
Pack your things and act your age
Fix your father's recipe
Kill your mother's enemy
Find the veil of the one true God
Until you're old and frail and odd in Babylon

A ghost is a property of
A child's understanding of Love
Heaven aches for thee
Heaven take me above

One remains when one's one dies
Splashes water in one's eyes
One grows pale and faint and wan
Spends one's days with one's blinds drawn
One's loved ones will tell one lies
Of one's loved ones in paradise
'Til one's bored of earthly things
Preoccupied with angel's wings in Babylon

A nervous breakdown for my son