Green eyes, blue eyes, starcrossed eyes
in their beds they lie staring at the sky through the celings,
through the roofs and through the coloured tiles [bad word] off the track, off the beaten track
with the power of a horse until it breaks and cracks

Green eyes, blue eyes, starcrossed eyes

But you are your own, your own
you're no one else but your own
You are your own, your own
you're nobody else but your own

From dust to star, the spark [bad word] here to ignite you
it leaves [bad word] but not home

Cos' you are your own...