Letra

Project Retouch - The First Sessions (2) Return of Starmike

From where they fell
down to earth, who might tell
but the wonders they spawned
well, they gone and touched us all
it's not angels I speak of, or mysterious greys
but Starmike and Jesse, with their mysterious ways

The stargazing wanderer
and his faithful friend
always where the eye's not quite
just rounding fiction's bend
they might be real, they might be there, the chance always remains
for the man and the dog of so many wondrous tales

Starmike, where are you going?
Starmike, what do you see?
Starmike, what do you feel striding through the blue?
Starmike, oh how I wish to be like you

Traveling at the speed of light
leaving trails of stars behind
across the galaxies they roam
at home in endless night
what do they see, what stories tell the dying stars?
what whispers the universe to Starmike in its arms?

We all are like Starmike
as odd as it may sound
we might not hear the call of stars
to earth we might be bound
but there's things for us to see out there, just waiting to be found
and when you see the joy therein, you'll know Starmike's around

Starmike, where are you going?
Starmike, what do you see?
Starmike, what do you feel striding through the blue?
Starmike, oh how I wish to be like you

Starmike, where are we going?
Starmike, what do you see?
Starmike, oh can you hear us, flying past the moon?
Starmike, oh how we need to see you soon