It's not the first time I think I've got this
I sense some safety inside but I'm always losing it
Then dream of cropping time in the harvest
And rave to hide my sights of the weather
Star? Star? Star?
Is it safe enough to spend these hours alone?
All days are healing days todays are all nights
You throw your scissors out when you see sun is up
Way in the way it looks blessing all eyes
I'd drive north for days 'til you're counterclockwise
Star? Star? Star?
We pay the tow to cowards dreaming on
Star? Star? Star?
You make it worth the while when in this room
You've learned to hide when learned to dissent
And disavowing souls seem to seek sand
What is the goal in filling footsteps?
They've dipped their toe into old souls who bathed in trance