Biffy Clyro

Baby come down to the bottom of the stairs
There's a reflection I want you to see
Our history of loneliness has
Defeated our devices
Lady come down, it's time to stop and stare
There's a successor I want you to meet
His misery and loneliness has
Exceeded expectations
But still we fall down
Look at the stars, they're getting younger
Look at your pain, you're getting older