My stars always die in the nighttime
And fade away, 'till there's no more memories
And sometimes I get sick of the highlife
But ecstasy, will wear off with the day
I'm in no need of no nightlight
But you shine beautiful and you shine unusual
Breaking through, break into my cubical
But why are my holes my biggest highlights
Of everything, a depression in its way
My stars always die in the nighttime
And fade away, 'till there's no more memories
And sometimes I get sick of the highlife
But ecstasy, will wear off with the day
The filling of a hollow place will stretch the space
The feeling don't follow me when I'm all alone
Do you feel like calling me? No sellin/cell in apologies
No bothering, except the hold of a cold line in steal
If E.T. can't phone home, no words will break my bones
If E.T. can't phone home, no words will break my bones
My stars always die in the nighttime, and fade away
UK label Def Pressé taps legendary New York hip-hop producer Blockhead for the fifth installment of their KPM Crate Diggers series. Bandcamp New & Notable May 5, 2024