Here We Are... Songtext
von Sean Hayes

Here we are, all dust, all stars
Old heart catcher with a moonshine jar
Lost in a dream as we try to retrieve
Pieces from yesterday, what will they be?
Open the box, inside there′s a string
Your skin is the air and your blood sings
On and on, what will it be?
Ambling ambrosia, casting your seeds
Come on, come on, the road you're on
The darkness flowers into the dawn
Digital daylight, electronic stars
Primitive eyes and old fashioned hearts
Nostalgic leaves that fall from the trees
And the smell in the air is of an old memory
On and on, all dust, all stars
Shake your thing, man, be who you are


On and on, as we walk through the bars
Cocktail queens, can you send me to Mars?
What will it be? A new memory?
Remember the child wanted to sing
Poles sing through fingertips, drips on a string
How do they know you, man? What will it be?
Serving up songs, or serving up drinks?
I tell you the future is a new memory
On and on, intoxication
Finding religion inside the bars
Singing to no one, singing to sing
Singing to God, sing, sing

Oh, on a bus stop digestion, we know who we are
We′re the neon reflection, we're the glow stick heart
Dust storm detection, we vacate the scene
Shall we dance or seek refuge in an acid cabaret?
On and on, as the poets go on
Mushroom mandolins, kangaroo jaws
Medieval themes, melodicas sing
Crooning with bullhorns, the party begins
C.C. Rider at summertime cries
Operatic ladies who sing about mice
The drummers with sticks, Z, she strips
Speed with the words fumbling from his lips

Oh, on and on, all dust, all stars
Shake your thing, man, be who you are