stella painted joy, right across the heavens
braggin’ ‘bout the stars she’d surf
she was seventeen, knickers at her ankles
lying on the astroturf
we would disappear, smoking at the river
randy as the day was long
stella, when will we belong?
stella fell in love with a man of twenty
moved into his single bed
I was signing on, she was in the suburbs
making toast and giving head
stella whereÂ’d you go?
please give me an answer
tell me is your love still strong?
stella, when will we belong?
can you imagine the things we could be
if our lives hadnÂ’t got in the way
in a manner of speaking
would you be carving your name in the walls
if I met you today?
tell me why, why must we pretend?
when we know that our loveÂ’s at an end
knowing weÂ’re right, feeling like we donÂ’t belong
knowing weÂ’re right, feeling like we donÂ’t belong