Текст песни All the Stars - Mree

I, I was sold a dream
That I could ever be someone to you

You, always out of reach
You don't really have to be somewhere, do you

Maybe
All this chasing
All the ringing of the bells
It was meant for someone else

Oh I create
A different kind of love of all the stars in space
I wrap my arms around myself and say

I'm happier now
All the colors in my eyes
So new

Light
Echoing out
Bringing every picture into view

Oh I create
A different kind of love of all the stars in space
I wrap my arms around myself and say

And come back to my senses
And come back to myself
And come back to my senses
And come back to myself

And come back to my senses
And come back to myself
And come back to my senses
And come back to myself