The Fault In Our Stars

Hildur Höglind

Compositor: Hildur Ottilia Höglind

Ahhhhhh
Ahhhhhh
Ahhhhhh

A breathing machine attached to her nose
I never understood the universe
She is more clever and witty than she knows
And a fighter, I can tell says the nurse
But she only makes matters much worse

Maybe this is not the fault of a God?
And maybe Karma’s innocent too?
Maybe we’re all just locked behind bars?
Or could it be the fault’s in the stars?
Maybe it’s the fault in our stars

I stagger through hallways, but don’t know where to
I never understood the universe
Her nails are painted perfect in dark navy blue
The nine was a ten says the nurse
But that only makes it all worse

Maybe this is not the fault of a God?
And maybe Karma’s innocent too?
Maybe we’re all just locked behind bars?
Or could it be the fault’s in the stars?
Maybe it’s the fault in our stars

Are you okay?
Are you okay?
Are you okay?

Maybe this is not the fault of a God?
And maybe Karma’s innocent too?
Maybe we’re all just locked behind bars?
Or could it be the fault’s in the stars?
Maybe it’s the fault in our stars

Ahhhhhh
Ahhhhhh
Ahhhhhh

Are you okay?
Are you okay?
Are you okay?

Maybe it’s the fault in our stars