Starlight

We'll keep moving around it until we find our way
Doesn't make much sense but it makes weight
While the mind is surrounded by the dream innate
Reappears when it feels the right pressure

And the light that becomes us is just feeding on fate
Brutal rights of the essence in a raw state
So we'll keep moving around it until we find our way
Doesn't make much sense but it makes way

Who knows how the oracle came to be light
What good does it possible do us to know it?
Feeling the invisible parts the most now
Estranged by the set up and humbled wandering

Beings of dreams and starlight
Beings of dreams and starlight
Beings of dreams and starlight
Beings of dreams and starlight