far beneath the surface of the planet
flows the molten core of stars and suns and
thought i was above it i am within it
but in the end we’re made of stars and

our sons write the songs and our daughters sing them
is this the world we choose to believe in
not when there isn’t any me any me

not when there isn’t any
not when there isn’t any
not when there isn’t any me
isn’t any

far away from anything from any
we cut some corners pull some strings and
but in the end we’re made of stars and
but in the end we’re made of stars and

our sons write the songs and our daughters sing them
is this the world we choose to believe in
not when there isn’t any me any me

not when there isn’t any me
not when there isn’t any me
not when there isn’t any
not when there isn’t any
not when there isn’t any me
isn’t any