Stephen: guitars, vocals
Henry Chadwick: drums, tambourine, hand-claps
Andrew Schneider: bass guitar
Lisa Dewey: vocals

Lyrics

When all of your thoughts
That might have been true
The galaxy
That’s inside of you
Would have been fine
Enough to pursue
Come out of the dark
And into the blue

Up in the stars
Where nobody knows
Why it expands
When we don’t see it grow
See for yourself
We’re all on our own
Follow the path
You never were shown

You gotta see
The possibilities are free
You gotta believe

We are the last
Of the primitive kind
Evolution is
Falling behind
It fills you with doubt,
This standing in line
Just try to believe
In something to find

People appear
Materialize
Those full of love
And never a knife
Don’t be afraid
Of saying goodbye
Eternity brings
The ones left behind