To them, we're just peasants of the blackness//
A nothing to matter to anything//
But everything matters to me//
The moon, the sun, the stars//
The atmosphere that hunks a different race//
The residents of the great sky//
We laid our heads on the stones that night//
Stones holding gravity, energy that wouldn't let go//
No matter how many times you break it's heart//
The background of the universe//
The garden of the universe//