The Flaming Lips
Vein of Stars (Operatic Spook)
Who knows? Maybe there isn't
A vein of stars calling out my name
They'll glow from above our heads
Nothing there to see you down on your knees
Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven back from
The future maybe there ain't no heaven
There's just you and me, maybe that's just as well
And 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? Maybe there isn't
A vein of stars calling out my name
Who knows? (calling out my name...)
Who knows? (calling out my name...)
Who knows? (calling out my name...)
Calling out my name (calling out my name...)
Who knows? (calling out my name...)
Who knows? (calling out my name...)
Calling out my name (calling out my name...)