Texty: Bleach. Static. Lonestar.

My fee areplanted I can't fly
I'd like to moonwalk through the sky
I'd like to tiptoe past this atmosphere

And so I gaze past satellites
Past suns and stars and endless nights
It's clear to me, I see I'm small

Compared to You I'm nothing at all

Beyond the depths of space and time
You built these things that remind
Setting suns and shooting stars
Say who You are

You're the Lonestar
And I'll lift my head up to the sky
Your hand of greatness touches mine
I'll be content, I know I'm small

Compared to You I'm nothing at all