Текст песни Homestead - Avi8

Sometimes i wish i could fly into the depths of space
And marvel in our glory
When you look out into the stars
What do you see?
A jumbled mess?
Or the place you call
Home
In a universe with an abundance of possibilities
What′s holding you back?
What do you see?
What do you see?
A jumbled mess?
Or the place you call
Home
What's to say, we aren′t made of stars?
Just a small globe
In a sea of darkness
Yet we still find the light
Everyday
Made of stars?
In a universe with an abundance of possibilities
What's holding you back?
What do you see?
A jumbled mess?
Or the place you call
Home