Revolution

Who remembers where we began
I tip my hat to the girl if she can
I swear the dots on the ceiling are stars
But he two could not be further without dark

The only revolution that we're a part of
Is the one rounding the rays above

But if we stare into each other
Both side to side, or one under
We will uncover what nobody knows
What no one else could ever sow
From another person
And we can be certain