"While I turn the pages of my book Across the world the author cooks She pours the wine, while I break the bread, Because we're connected Roots beneath my family tree, Deeper than the eyes can see, All tangled up like spiderwebs, Connected Drums in the darkness You can feel the pulse First there was star dust And now there's us All I ever was, All I'll ever be, Connected Can you still hear that cosmic spark, Cannons blasting in the dark, When we blew out like grains of sand, Connected Drums in the darkness You can feel the pulse First there was star dust And now there's us All I ever was, All I'll ever be, Connected So, pour the wine, I'll break the bread, We're all tangled up like spiderwebs, And here we are, still grains of sand, Connected."