The more that you give, the more you will shine
Like a wet plastic bag, or a star in the sky
And the longer you live, the shorter the time
And it spins like a record, a hard disk, a mind
But don't get lost children, don't get lost
You are where you are, like the tree, like the moss
The blind king on the hill shouts down his will
He says, "Bury your weapons and share all your shields!"
Then he fell asleep and broke down into stars
He had a beautiful dream, and hey, here we are
So don't get lost children, don't get lost
You are where you are like the wind, like the toss
So when you feel disheveled, when you feel distraught
Just look up at the sky and know you're not lost