Every soul of brightness,
and the darkest night,
every life of likeness,
s***e and time in flight.
Being still in motion,
clouds go rushing by,
the draw becomes an ocean,
when the rivers dry.
Could it be we're stars reflections, tiny sparks in one great velvet sky, perfect in our imperfections.
as satellites go by.
What are we anyway,
a thousand year old carbon,
bodies from the dust,
of souls that went before us.
What are we anyway,
a thousand year old carbon,
bodies from the dust,
of souls that went before us.
Could it be we're stars reflections, tiny sparks in one great velvet sky, perfect in our imperfections. as satellites go by
and the darkest night,
every life of likeness,
s***e and time in flight.
Being still in motion,
clouds go rushing by,
the draw becomes an ocean,
when the rivers dry.
Could it be we're stars reflections, tiny sparks in one great velvet sky, perfect in our imperfections.
as satellites go by.
What are we anyway,
a thousand year old carbon,
bodies from the dust,
of souls that went before us.
What are we anyway,
a thousand year old carbon,
bodies from the dust,
of souls that went before us.
Could it be we're stars reflections, tiny sparks in one great velvet sky, perfect in our imperfections. as satellites go by