Shooting star, you are dying right now
So tell us where we are in this sky that changes so fast
I just want to give you your best ending

Sherry light, mellow beat
Voices that just never stop
Days that won’t return, are fading, gone by

I'm putting it off and I can't control fate
'Cause we're similar
I blame it on you 'cause that side of me I hate
But you were never hurt

Blown about by the wind, a worthless little thing
But the world can feel the changes of a butterfly's wing

All that's left now are dreams of kings we murder to dissect
For our meddling intellect misshapes the beauteous forms of things
So we bleat a little, twist a little, rotting in the belly of the beast
While you feel this cannot be wrong