I hear voices all around
I see the patterns they make in the sand
They’re changing at the speed of sound
And make me wanna change my own world
And the Word was sound
Then the world was found
What we give is what we take
Things we say are forms that we create
A simple note reverberates
Vibrates and takes me to the milky way
To the milky way
Fly on
There’s no need to breathe
Far away
Matter won’t mean a thing
I wish upon a shooting star
To get the chance to know just what we are
Are we dust or stars?
Tell me who we are
Fly on
There’s no need to breathe
Far away
Matter won’t mean a thing
