They are not stars,
burning in the sky at night.
No, no they're candles,
in astro-flight.
They are not stars,
We are not human.
I don't know
the reason why.
Things remain... Unexplained.
I am a tree,
There is a face,
Painted on the salty moon.
The tree singing,
this silent tune.
A firefly is not a candle,
not a flower in my eye.
And so, a rose is not a rose,
by that or any other name.
They are not stars,
you're not human.
I don't know
the reason why.
Things remain unexplained.
They are not stars,
A firefly is not a candle,
not a flower in my eye.
And so, a rose is not a rose,
by that or any other name.