Vein of Stars — Flaming Lips
Who knows?
Maybe there isn’t a vein of stars calling out my name
No glow from above our heads
Nothing there to see you down on your knees
Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven
(twenty years in the future)
Off in the future maybe there ain’t no heaven
It’s just you and me and maybe it’s just as well
‘Cause if there ain’t no heaven maybe there ain’t no hell?
Who knows?
Maybe there isn’t a vein of stars calling out my name
Who knows?
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