Lying down beneath the stars
Alone at last, I rest
Feeling right, feels good, but being right is best

Upshooting stars have their effect
Perfect things left lain
Oft our hands are held as perfect as our sleep

Heavy [bad word] hold our hands
Took at last to understand that light and dark [bad word] And all the rest is dust

If we can't, it's understood that we never could
The stars still helped when we fell
Would our hands do what they should

What they turn from green to brown
As any child would tell
What makes the sound
What shakes the ground
It is the greatest

Heavy [bad word] hold our hands
The planets help you understand
Light and dark are on and off
And all thats' left is us