I hear voices all around I see the patterns they make in the sand They're changing at the speed of sound And make me wanna change my own world And the Word was sound Then the world was found What we give is what we take Things we say are forms that we create A simple note reverberates Vibrates and takes me to the milky way To the milky way Fly on There's no need to breathe Far away Matter won't mean a thing I wish upon a shooting star To get the chance to know just what we are Are we dust or stars? Tell me who we are Fly on There's no need to breathe Far away Matter won't mean a thing