and all the world's a f-f-fallin' beneath our wings
feathers floatin' down to the ground
(leave a mark, and turn to dust)

and all that is left will bring us even higher
till we lose ourselves once more in a maze
high up in the skies, where our dreams are
plaited in the constellations, waiting.

and all that we hear are echoes of hellos and farewells
as we take those st-st-steps towards where? – onward.
yes, we will get a little lost again, but unlike us,

i don't think our wishes ever get lost in the stars.

and yes, they will eventually find us.