Building Stars - Building Stars

Blue

We're all the same
Flakes of stardust
Waiting to stop breathing

And this is who I am
And this is what I've done
And this is what I need
Respect from father Sun

Sand grains
Turned gods
Tiny, pale blue

I can't believe...
This isn't me...
This is what i've done...
I'm so sorry

Try to console, at the end of all things
To accept my role of becoming nothing
It's so cold, hard to breathe
Insignificant, forced to see
Total perspective, no one is one
We're all dust spit out of the sun

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Writer(s): Building Stars
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