Space dust is mostly frozen bacteria
Dreaming of touchdown on alien shores
All those young stars looking for leaders
But only finding broken hearts
It's the art of being a really good dreamer
I suppose we're all here for a good reason
Sometimes I don't know what mine could be
But then I look into your eyes and I see the light
Doubtful philosophers doing time doing crosswords
Dreaming up new novels that only the lonely folk will ever read
It's like the stairway to Heaven
It's like a reflection
We are the event horizon
And everyone who ever lived is still so near
I suppose we're all here for a good reason
Sometimes I don't know what mine could be
But then I look into your eyes and I see the light