Stolen Star

I guess I exist a weakened sense of joy I lost my body to something more I'm walking through a secret door it's a breadth of a dream something that make me feel something that would make me almost find Disquietude, it leaves me wanting you it leaves me wanting you, my disquietude. Whatever I've loved I've pretended to love I'm a reflection of a stolen star, a star with a big hat on. the consciousness of life's unconsciousness is a price I pay for my intelligence the certainty of life's uncertainty is buried in a darker shade of me Disquietude, it leaves me wanting you it leaves me wanting you, my disquietude. --- Stolen Star - Hjaltalín