When we go too far,
I will be right there in your heart.
To dust, I plant my feet.
The first love in harmony.
When we see both sides,
One for stories, one for lies.
To stars, I plot my needs.
The first time we see it right.
To soil we lay our kin.
Been thinking ʻbout their olive skin.
To death, I find in life,
The first chance to show them what weʼve got.
To show them what weʼve got.