Will we reach there
Beyond our fables, the lies
Conquer madness birthed of fear
Will we reach there
Will that certain star you see still be
By the time
How many exactly have gazed up at the stars
In their glinting magnificence so far, so far
Massive in light years time, minuscule to the eye
Our perception is curved to all we know so far
Our perception is curved to all we know so far
We are passion
An amalgam
Of frequencies of joy and upset
Of mistakes and regrets
Of memories good and not
We are passion
An amalgam
Of frequencies of joy and upset
Of mistakes and regrets
Of memories good and not
Will we reach our answers
Will we reach our answers to the unknowns of it all
Will we reach our answers
Will we reach our answers to the unknowns of it all
How many exactly have gazed up at the stars
In their glinting magnificence so far, so far
Massive in light years time, minuscule to the eye
Our perception is curved to all we know so far
Our perception is curved to all we know so far
Our perception is curved to all we know so far
Would humanity rather they hold dust
Of a far away moon
Or remain en route to insanity in the form of war
And paranoia's stranglehold
Will we get away from the atmosphere of our world
Will we reach our answers to the unknowns of it all