Jack Penate. Spit At Stars. Zeneszám

Living without reason, dwarfed, alone, imprisoned
Wondering why I'm here at all
Why I'm even trying destined to be filing
The higher you reach the harder you fall

And then you say
We're all the same
All got our dreams
Loose at their seams

'Cause we all spit at stars
We all spit at stars
We all spit at stars

Unifying facts however we act
We feel we've not made our true goal
Something we can see but not reach
Or be can leave you dead in a hole

Dreams are all the same
We're all the same
All got our dreams
Loose at their seams

'Cause we all spit at stars
We all spit at stars
We all spit at stars

You don't get what you don't deserve
Don't expect the world will know what that's absurd
Learn to spit up towards the stars
'Cause who knows soon your spit will land on Mars

And then you'll say
We're all the same
All got our dreams
Loose at their seams

'Cause we all spit at stars
We all spit at stars
We all spit at stars