Ian Brown

If you`re picking up a pen, imagining a sword
If you think I`d never flown to the heights at which you soared
Picking up a pen, its like picking up a spade
To plant or sow a seed, or digging your own grave
I`m made from stardust
Like a planetary sun
Same DNA as stardust
Like an elephants trunk
Is a snorkel full of water
Picking up a pen, imagining a sword
If you think I`d never flown to the heights to which you soared
Picking up a pen, its like picking up a spade
It`s a planet so it seems, or digging your own grave
I`m made from stardust