What makes you so divine, is it your ruthless ambition
Is it your insane desire or your singular vision
If you can symbolise the stars in sixteen bars and two guitars
You must think you are a magician
What makes you so divine, is it the way you aim so high
You with one eye on the part of the sky that you plan to occupy
And the other on the state of the art that you create
You speak of fame, you speak of fate and you just wait
What makes you so divine, how would you define your worth
Where will you find the time to inherit all the earth
Who will you have to love, when you leave my love behind
What makes you so divine, is it all the time you kill
You say one day you’ll be adored and rewarded and maybe you will
I wouldn’t be surprised, you’re idle, but you’re idolized
But there is no prize for standing so still
Oh no, darling, there is no prize for standing so still
What makes you so divine, what should you be famous for
Should I run and join the line of fans that stands at your front door
Am I the only woman here who hasn’t lost her mind
What makes you so divine, is it something that you do
Can you maintain your high till the world can come t you
How dare you be so sure you’re some god of mine
What makes you so divine you think you could hurt me twice
I really hope the soul you sold reached a reasonable price
Do you consider this to be an insult or a sign
What makes you so divine? Is it something the eye can see
I would die to be like you. I don’t want to be someone like me
I can only stare at the receding form of your ascending star as your star is born
And I am torn by my jealousy.