Music: Scott Nicol
Sometimes I wish I could fly into the depths of space
And marvel in our glory
When you look out into the stars what do you see?
A jumbled mess?
Or the place you call home?
In a universe with an abundance of possibilities
What's holding you back?
What do you see?
What do you see?
A jumbled mess?
Or the place you call home?
What's to say, we aren't made of stars?
Just a small globe in a sea of darkness
Yet we still find the light every day
Made of stars
In a universe with an abundance of possibilities
What's holding you back?
What do you see?
A jumbled mess?
Or the place you call home?