I feel like the stars echo out all
Especially those things we refuse to say
So we rampaged all of its existence
Who would believe what we'd become?
I still believe that the sun gave us directions
Very profound in its delivery
So we altered it courses
Who would believe what we'd create?
Even though we both know the moon was our hope
Absolute body of ecstasy
Yet we delve in its obstacles
Who would believe how we'd fall?