Stars
Early autumn still in colour
Slowly fading, soon unable to recall 'em
From the homeland to somewhere foreign
But if we're patient, maybe they'll return tomorrow
With an answer to the doubt
The puzzles and secrets
The questions of each man
A picture of Eden
If all things revealing
Would I be at ease, then?
Or argue and reason?
Prolly the latter, I think
What a shattering thing
But I can't look past the stars and see what's behind them
And I can't listen for sounds lightyears away
And I can't reach out in space and feel what is hiding
But I can sing in a mic, and promise that I don't care
I love you anyway
The world is calling through dreams of stardom
Though I may change, I'll still remain, I'm still a part of
As son or daughter, a distant father
But if I'm patient, maybe they'll be here tomorrow
Will they tell me to turn around?
Will they help with proceeding?
Say there's something to see here
Someone to be here
Somewhere to reach here
Will I be at ease, then?
Or argue and reason?
Prolly the latter, I think
What a shattering thing
But I can't look past the stars and see what's behind them
And I can't listen for sounds lightyears away
And I can't reach out in space and feel what is hiding
But surely I can sing in a mic, and promise that I don't care
I'm going anyway
Slowly fading, soon unable to recall 'em
From the homeland to somewhere foreign
But if we're patient, maybe they'll return tomorrow
With an answer to the doubt
The puzzles and secrets
The questions of each man
A picture of Eden
If all things revealing
Would I be at ease, then?
Or argue and reason?
Prolly the latter, I think
What a shattering thing
But I can't look past the stars and see what's behind them
And I can't listen for sounds lightyears away
And I can't reach out in space and feel what is hiding
But I can sing in a mic, and promise that I don't care
I love you anyway
The world is calling through dreams of stardom
Though I may change, I'll still remain, I'm still a part of
As son or daughter, a distant father
But if I'm patient, maybe they'll be here tomorrow
Will they tell me to turn around?
Will they help with proceeding?
Say there's something to see here
Someone to be here
Somewhere to reach here
Will I be at ease, then?
Or argue and reason?
Prolly the latter, I think
What a shattering thing
But I can't look past the stars and see what's behind them
And I can't listen for sounds lightyears away
And I can't reach out in space and feel what is hiding
But surely I can sing in a mic, and promise that I don't care
I'm going anyway
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