The narcoleptic moon stop and froze
Only to be shattered by a shooting star
The star had wishes for something so much more
But in this life is it really worth dying for?
We're killing ourselves
We're waisting our time
Shooting for the stars
We're killing ourselves
Waisting our time
Shooting for the stars
Floating through the spaces
The moons fragments seperates
Further and further gone with the days
Burned and freyed they continue to dissipate
We're killing ourselves
We're waisting our time
Shooting for the stars
We're killing ourselves
Waisting our time
Shooting for the stars
