You get to choose
The color of your hair
You get to select
The targets for your prayers
But you cannot choose what you need.
You can't choose the color that you bleed.
You get to pick your books
Choose to delete or rework every page
And you get to decide
To read them now or simply let them age.
But you can't choose the color that you bleed.
You can't choose what you need.
[Instrumental Verse]
But you cannot choose what you need
You can't choose the color that you bleed
You get to fill your barren closets
With sackcloth, denim or silk
And you get to stock your empty pantry
With water, wine, whisky or milk.
But you cannot choose what you need
You can't choose the color that you bleed
But you cannot choose what you need
You can't choose the color that you bleed
Strut, strut like you mean it
'Cause you, you know exactly who you are
Take, take it like you need it
We all know that you're gonna go far
You are a superstar
You are a superstar
You are
You are a superstar
You are a superstar
You are
Sing, sing like you bleed it
Don't waste your time ever trying to hide
Burn, burn like you were made for it
Don't fade away with anything left inside
You are a superstar
You are a superstar
You are
You are a superstar
You are a superstar
You are
[Instrumental]
You are a superstar
You are a superstar
You are
You are a superstar
You are a superstar
You are
Strut, strut like you mean it
We all see that you're gonna go far
Four indie-pop reflections on growth and loss from the Australian singer-songwriter, sustained by robust pianos and fervent vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 29, 2024