Gold Star

You don't have to praise me
 Nor do it in creole
 Not all smiles are friendly
 Not all our dessert
 So I've been hiding
 As a part of this neighbourhood
 And I'll be invisible
 Among the unseen
 I'm the son of an honest man
 I've learned to keep the balance right
 Moon beams weigh your wishes
 Daydream had some answers
 The nurses all told me that they smelled the morning
 The silence of the streams
 There's no way to get me out of this
 I'm the son of an honest man
 His eyes are open in the night
 Moon beams weigh your wishes
 Daydreams of ports and princes
 The car has a bone you can use for your magic
 In Egypt they were gods
 And I've got this and all my voodoo dolls
 When the promise?
 And the light in your palm is a snake
 Don't ask me