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Our names are written on the stars on heaven's tree |
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Yes, nine by nine they die, just like you and me |
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These peerless eyes look down, giving us our choices |
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Each one calls out, a universe of voices |
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These are the ancient fathers, the laws that bind us all |
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White jewels of mystery, mirrors for our souls |
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They spoke of life and death, love and history |
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Today the stars are for fools and vanity |
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And there's |
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Orion and there's the |
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Zodiac If you look close, they're needles in a stack |
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And you saw, in your telescope on earth |
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Copernicus, the order of the worlds |
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Evening caress |
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Always yearning |
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I must confess |
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The stars aren't burning |
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Copernicus |
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The sky is full of shining crosses for our sins |
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Each one a monument for what ends and what begins |
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Small emerald satellites, orbiting so fast |
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Will they be gone tomorrow, just like painted glass? |
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If I had wishes, |
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I would shout to you and scream |
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But now I realize, you're like young dying streams |
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I'm in the real world, with people, crises and scars |
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Copernicus, |
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I don't care about your stars |
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Evening caress |
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Always yearning |
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I must confess |
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The stars aren't burning |
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Copernicus |
