I see the moon as she goes down, goes down,
And I catch some stardust in my hand, my hand,
Will there ever be enough to go around?
(Will there ever be enough?)
Could there ever be enough to let us down?
(Could there ever be too much?)
I can’t answer that question,
We’ll leave it up to the pros,
And we’ll just listen carefully ,
As the stardust flows,
I drop the stardust from my hand, my hand,
And go back inside again,

You fall gently as sin and then slip through my fingers again,
(Fall again)

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