Jack Conte

Starlight Lyrics



So you thought you had your mind glassed up in a jar?

Clear and cut and dry but dipped a bit in tar. And you’re

hoping for a troll to rob you of your gold and burn your

lovely home and keep you from the starlight. Current in

your hands and a trembling in your back; doubt your

hopeful can, and crystallize to lack. And the sun will

shine at the edge of time, but not until you’re done