Besedila: David Gray. Stella The Artist.

Stella, she gave me a state of grace
I'm armor plated 4 inches thick
Now all I got was a little taste
I'm gibbering like a lunatic

Stella, the artist
Just for now at least you're mine, all mine
No need to be modest as the daylight creeps
Take her hand and reach through time

I felt the sting of my own rebuke
Come spinning back like a boomerang
I swam the sea of psychotic puke
Nursing my love like a guilty pang

Stella, the artist
Just for now at least you're mine, all mine
No need to be modest as the daylight creeps
Take her hand and reach

You're only saying what they all say
You're only saying what they all say
It could be more like the old days
It should be more like the old days, oh, man

Stella, the artist
As the daylight creeps
Take her hand and reach through time

Stella, the artist
Just for now at least you're mine, all mine
No need to be modest as the daylight creeps
And the floorboard creaks and your poor heart leaps
Take her hand and reach through time