I'm made of mud and stardust
I'm made of love and wanderlust
Two eyes, two hands, two feet of ash and rust
I'm made of mud and stardust
Lucky is the moon that comes and goes
Many are the reckless who sell their souls
Faultless is the wind, heartless is the cold
Merciless, merciless give me something I can hold
When plenty are the doubts that cloud my mind
Countless are the chalices of lilac wide
Cruel is the taste so bitter to the tongue
Merciless, merciless, time is wasted on the young
And are you?
And are you?
And are you?
And are you what I am?
And am I?
Am I?
Am I?
And am I made of you?
Keener is the heart that waits an age
Fear is the spirit that accepts its faith
Fearless is the wind, refreshing is the cold
Passion, compassion now here is something you can hold
When plenty are the doubts that cloud your mind
Dare to look out yonder past the distant skies
Sweeter is the taste that flitters on the tongue
Passion, compassion, this time is gifted to the young
And are you?
And are you?
And are you?
And are you what I am?
And Am I?
Am I?
Am I?
And am I made of you?
I'm made of mud and stardust
I'm made of love and wanderlust
Two eyes. Two hands. Two feet of ash and rust
I'm made of mud and stardust
And are you?
And are you?
And are you?
And are you what I am?
And am I?
And am I?
And am I?
And am I made of you?
I'm made of mud and stardust