like a wandering holy man
i search your traces across the land
my bones are showing right [bad word] my skin
my eyes are opened up from where i've been 

if you work out the triangulation
bounce the sonar off the bottom of the seas
in the sky the searchlight's sweeping
in the hope [bad word] back to back to me 

like strangers, like stars in reverse
blue light is shifting towards me
if I could i'd throw galaxies down
at your feet 

beg, i'm begging for your starlight
tell me, when do [bad word] out right?
legs will move in your direction
no saints will give me their protection 

beg, i'm begging for your starlight
tell me, when do [bad word] out right?
legs will move in your direction
‘cos no saints will give me their protection 

from the macro to the microscopic
i search for you between every grain of sand
i work your subject into every topic
think time is money? try me, try me, honey  

like strangers, like stars in reverse
blue light is shifting towards me
if i could i'd throw galaxies down
at your feet 

beg, i'm begging for your starlight
tell me, when do [bad word] out right?
legs will move in your direction
no saints will give me their protection 

beg, i'm begging for your starlight
tell me, when do [bad word] out right?
legs will move in your direction
‘cos no saints gonna give me their protection