What makes the world turn round?
Hearts beat in unison,
Hands stretched to the stars;
A hundred voices singing
Tributes from afar.
Streaks across an amber sky,
Crusading to the end
Of the universe as we know it;
Searching for one Eternal Friend.
We're on a floating piece of rock
Barreling through the vastness of space,
But still, I hear each voice tonight
As they whisper "this is our place."
Keep me warm, golden sun;
Light my night, silver moon;
And with each death of night to day,
Humanity begins to bloom.
