We Will Become Like Birds

We spun from the ceiling On the floor we found a startling view That door that's good for leaving And the walls will crush me right back into you You're such a lovely mess Hearts have left a wreck It's beautiful I guess Grey songs in the morning Sadd

One part black and two parts blue One part wishes the best for you One part changed and two parts fine I'm telling you, I'm fine! To the stars! To the stars! Oh we are lit within By all we've been and by All we care to be To the stars! From the wars!