Ever look at the stars and feel homesick for somewhere you’ve never been? Maybe I’m not lost. Maybe I’m remembering. I always felt strange in a crowded room, Like everybody knew a language I never learned, I’d stare through the window at a silver moon, With a feeling in my chest I couldn’t put into words. They said, “Keep your feet on the ground,” But my soul kept looking up, Like something in that endless dark Was calling through the dust. Maybe I’m made of ancient light, Maybe we’re all just passing through, Carbon, breath and borrowed time, Underneath an endless blue. Starseed, starseed, Dreaming with my eyes wide open, Little piece of cosmic dust Trying to remember where I’m going. Starseed, starseed, Heartbeat underneath infinity, Maybe I don’t come from the stars— Maybe the stars are part of me. Oh-oh-oh… We are dust, we are light, We are questions in the night. Oh-oh-oh… Look above, look within— Where does the universe end? I hear music in the silence, See patterns hiding everywhere, Constellations through the branches, Tiny galaxies in the air. Every atom has a history, Every body wears the past, The iron moving through my blood Was forged inside a star that passed. So maybe that’s the reason The heavens feel so close— The universe isn’t somewhere else, We’re carrying it in our bones. Maybe I’m not from another world, Maybe that’s not what it means, Maybe “starseed” is just the name For someone waking from a dream. Starseed, starseed, Dreaming with my eyes wide open, Little piece of cosmic dust Trying to remember where I’m going. Starseed, starseed, Heartbeat underneath infinity, Maybe I don’t come from the stars— Maybe the stars are part of me. What if “home” isn’t a planet? What if it’s a frequency? What if every time you look into the night and feel something looking back… you’re not remembering another world. You’re remembering how enormous this one is. Maybe heaven left an echo In everything we see Ancient matter learning how to dream STAR—SEED! Born from the fire! STAR—SEED! Higher and higher! Dust became bones, Bones became dreams, Now the universe is wondering what the universe means! Starseed, starseed, Standing underneath creation, Eight billion souls beneath the sky, Eight billion constellations. Starseed, starseed, Temporary infinity, Maybe I don’t come from the stars— Maybe the stars became me.
