“Maybe it's the stardust in my head.”
“To me you are stardust sprinkled across a night sky, forever in my dreams, but out of my reach.”
“Well, I think we all started off as ash, astral ash; the Big Bang and all that. You and I - stardust. Maybe a little piece of me and a little piece of you were once companions on some great cosmic dust making its way to this rock.”
“We are stardust...”
“Things are going round and round in my head--or maybe my head is going round and round in things.”
“And the rest is rust and stardust.”