So long ago and way beyond our stars
Cycling through lives over space and time.
Oh rearrange, recombine, refine
The end of a journey is just a starting line.
And when we die,
The atoms that we used to be will still stick around,
And it must be sad for them to know the masterpiece cannot be brought back to life.
All that we've got is the here and now,
While the spell lasts we should make it count.
Against the odds we're staring eye to eye,
It's not forever but is ours tonight.
And when we die,
The atoms that we used to be will still stick around,
And it must be sad for them to know the masterpiece cannot be brought back to life