And we all say "cheese".
And no one sees our knuckles,
white, pale and crushing.
There is stardust falling.
It never brought the magic,
you see in all the adds.
Once I was holding stars,
you see. I believed the adds.
I remember all was magic,
before stardust started to fall
white. Pale and crushing
we wear brass knuckles.
And all of us say "cheese".