I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you.

Besides which, she would never understand me because I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another til I drop.

How many falling stars does it take to wake a nation?
And trample through your head and lay your
mind out on the pavement
Confusing and consuming all in all it complicates me.

I had nothing to offer anybody, except my own confusion

A confused labyrinth
of smoky stars
entangles my hopes,
which are nearly faded

I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

Keep walking. Hot night right now, right here. All you have is what you are. All you want is much too much. All you get is so much less. All you feel is nothing. All you see is darkness. All you know is senseless and all you can do about it is ride.

I have nothing to offer anybody, except my own confusion.

chaos of thought and passion, all confus'd.

It's not that I can't fall in love. It's really that I can't help falling in love with too many things all at once. So, you must understand why I can't distinguish between what's platonic and what isn't, because it's all too much and not enough at the same time.