We survive on stars, beacons for the far side
Pull the moments near, nearer still
I have heard the bells, ringing like they yell
Take the things you need, hold on

I think it’s time you go

Good luck on your way
A miracle, pitiful-faced
Call me the same
Don’t give me the name
A miracle, pitiful-faced
Give me away
You need, need me, pull the strings you’ll always find me open

Lyrics submitted by DrownInKoolaid

We Survive on Stars song meanings
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