Look Up

Look up You were given some pretty eyes There's a muscle in your mind That hasn't been trained yet You can give in To the silence and the open skies Confusion's only lasting If you want it to If you think it's true Oh boy, we look at the stars again and we Think about love and we Think about travels and Lord We'll get the scars again And it, doesn't matter Doesn't matter Look Up Look Up Look Up In the city of stowaways There's nothing but their dormant eyes Confusion's only wasted if we keep repeating the facts I was walking In the silence and the open skies Turn it around, turn it around Until I reach my home Oh boy, we look at the stars again and we Think about love and we Think about travels but Lord If I get the scars again You can Help me remember Help me remember I'm born a part of the plan I am just a wave in the ocean A ripple in motion And Lord, we'll get the scars again But it doesn't matter It doesn't matter