There are spaceships in the sky,
There are windows in your eye
There are voices in my head
There are teardrops on my bed
There are cracks in all your veins,
There are locks on all your chains
There are gateways to your dreams
There are footprints to drifting streams
There is mystic in the rain,
There is loss when you refrain
There are secrets that stars hold
There are lights inside our soul
There is life after death
There is oxygen in the last breath
There is space between you and me
There are sparks beneath the sea
And nothing can put out the flame
That holds this world’s kaleidoscope
A spinning, infinite telescope
Were watching, were moving
Were flying and spinning
Were breaking and building
Were dying and living.
To live, then live again.
Recycled, reborn
In and out
Like sleep and wake
Cant you see were just a cycle?
And fear will keep you here.
Blow out the flame like a candle
And sink within, seep.
Lie within, whats buried deep.
You forget what you keep there,
My mind is just a drawer.
And everytime I dig
I always find there is something more.
And there are spaceships in the sky,
And there are days I sit and cry
And someday you will understand
All you hold within your hand.
