| Yeah
|
| We just move on a minute
|
| We go first on a second
|
| If the sky is the limit
|
| Our earth is the blessing
|
| Every second you’re in it
|
| Every minute your guessing
|
| Cause the celebration into this life that you’re slipping
|
| Slip sliding away and you know it’s never enough
|
| You hear it beg you for more and so on your knees you get up
|
| We are the poetry in motion
|
| We’re the fire in the sky
|
| Slip sliding with purpose into the black into
|
| The sky and stars and feeling the suggestion
|
| That we were and are connected in the essence of
|
| A final plan much bigger than us
|
| Like a memory that you just can’t touch
|
| Like the universe is a circle at its basic
|
| And the world spins round
|
| Cause everything changes
|
| And the resting place of the human race
|
| Is the sky and stars and the poetry is just us
|
| Its just us
|
| Its just us
|
| In every city we live in
|
| We take the chance that we’re given
|
| We take the day at it’s word
|
| We speak the truth that we listen
|
| We make the dreamer the real
|
| We make the rebel the God
|
| We make the hero forever
|
| And make each other the law
|
| Well I never felt it before
|
| In the way that I feel it now
|
| Its in the air that we breath and create the life that we love
|
| So until we meet again I am forever your friend
|
| Slip sliding with purpose into the black into
|
| The sky and stars and feeling the suggestion
|
| That we were and are connected in the essence of
|
| A final plan much bigger than us
|
| Like a memory that you just can’t touch
|
| Like the universe is a circle at its basic
|
| And the world spins round
|
| Cause everything changes
|
| And the resting place of the human race
|
| Is the sky and stars and the poetry is just us
|
| Its still us
|
| Its just us
|
| Yeah
|
| So we just move on a minute
|
| Yeah, we go first on a second
|
| If the sky is the limit
|
| Then our earth is the blessing
|
| Every second you’re in it
|
| Every minute you’re guessing
|
| Calls for celebration into this life that you’re slipping
|
| Slip sliding away and you know it’s never enough
|
| You hear it beg you for more and so on your knees you get up
|
| We’re the poetry in motion
|
| We’re the fire in the sky
|
| Slip sliding with purpose into the black into
|
| The sky and stars and feeling the suggestion
|
| That we were and are connected in the essence of
|
| A final plan much bigger than us
|
| Like a memory that you just can’t touch
|
| Like the universe is a circle at its basic
|
| And the world spins round
|
| Cause everything changes
|
| And the resting place of the human race
|
| Is the sky and stars and the poetry is just us |