Maybe I’ve been the problem,
Maybe I’m the one to blame,
But even when I turn it off and blame myself,
The outcome feels the same.
I’ve been thinking maybe I’ve been partly cloudy,
Maybe I’m the chance of rain,
And maybe I’m overcast,
And maybe all my luck’s washed down the drain,
I’ve been thinking ‘bout everyone,
Everyone you look so lonely.
But when I look at the stars,
When I look at the stars,
When I look at the stars, I see someone else.
When I look at the stars,
The stars, I feel like myself.
Stars looking at our planet,
Watching entropy and pain,
And maybe to start to wonder,
How the chaos in our lives could pass as sane.
I’ve been thinking ‘bout the meaning of resistance,
Of a hope beyond my own,
And suddenly the infinite and penitent,
Begin to look like home.
I’ve been thinking about everyone,
Everyone you looks so empty.
But when I look at the stars,
When I look at the stars,
When I look at the stars, I see someone else,
When I look at the stars,
The stars, I feel like myself.
Yeah!
Everyone, Everyone you feel so lonely,
Everyone, yeah, everyone you feel so empty,
When I look at the stars,
When I look at the stars,
When I look at the stars, I feel like myself.
When I look at the stars
The stars, I see someone…
