[INTRO] (Instrumental or soft, atmospheric) [VERSE 1] Tiny motes of dust, Adrift in a golden ray, Swaying in an updraft of gust, While some rebel away. Through pockets in the eddy, Where the winds don't collide, A whirl where the center's steady, At a solemn spot inside. [VERSE 2] A universe within the room, Suspended in the quiet air, A micro-cosmos in its bloom, With constellations floating there. Each livs a lifetime in the glow, Before they settle to the floor; Some link and dance, some rise up slow, As some see others soar. [CHORUS] Dust in a choreographed dance, Given time under a spotlight, Where exceptions get their chance, To be the stars that steal the sight. [BRIDGE] If one doesn't touch a single soul, And livs an Oort cloud of existence, Can it even coalesce to be whole, Without help from a distance? [VERSE 3] We rise and fall, we shine and disappear, Did we seize our moment in the light? Or caught the current to the frontier, Before the sun will pull the beam away tonight. [CHORUS] Dust in a choreographed dance, Given time under a spotlight, Where exceptions get their chance, To be the stars that steal the sight. [OUTRO] Until the sun begins to fade, And pulls the golden beam away, Returning them to quiet shade, That's just the way, That's just the way. (Fade to silence)
