Testo We Survive On Stars

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