Packing the last few shirts into a bloated suitcase
Last glimpse of comfort and the ticking clock face
I swear those hands move faster every day
I'm more confused than ever but I don't beg or pray
'cause the sparkling light from the morning sun
Is all we should need to feel one
I reach the station with just minutes to spare
Glance at my watch, time's going faster these days I swear
Eyes focus up now to the train timetable board
There's only two platforms to be explored
And it's then that I admitted to myself
That I am lost, so lost, but you're the constellations that guide me
There's a train at 12:00, destination: disaster
It's running on time as time runs faster
On platform two it's destination: sustainability
It's delayed though, it was supposed to arrive at 11:50
Platform one, it says stand behind the yellow line
But I sit on the platform edge and just gaze at the time
And I am lost, so lost, but you're the constellations that guide me
My mind wonders back to our oblivious existence
I'm all choked up now with the threat of distance
As the train bound for disaster chugs up to the station
I don't board it 'cause I decide it's the wrong destination
But the train bound for sustainability is nowhere to be seen
And I'm lost, so lost, we are the constellations that guide me
And then I realise that...
We need to use our own two feet to walk these tracks
And we have to squalor but we have to watch each other's backs
With forgiveness as our torch and imagination our sword
We'll a**ign the rogues of haters, slash open the minds of the bored
And we'll start a world so equal and free
Every inch of this earth is yours, all the land and all the sea
Imagine no restrictions bar the climate and the weather
And we can explore s***e together, forever
And I am lost, so lost, you are the constellations
Woah!
And I am lost, so lost, you are the constellations
And I am lost, so lost, you are the constellations
And I am lost, so lost, you are the constellations
And I am lost, so lost, you are the constellations
Last glimpse of comfort and the ticking clock face
I swear those hands move faster every day
I'm more confused than ever but I don't beg or pray
'cause the sparkling light from the morning sun
Is all we should need to feel one
I reach the station with just minutes to spare
Glance at my watch, time's going faster these days I swear
Eyes focus up now to the train timetable board
There's only two platforms to be explored
And it's then that I admitted to myself
That I am lost, so lost, but you're the constellations that guide me
There's a train at 12:00, destination: disaster
It's running on time as time runs faster
On platform two it's destination: sustainability
It's delayed though, it was supposed to arrive at 11:50
Platform one, it says stand behind the yellow line
But I sit on the platform edge and just gaze at the time
And I am lost, so lost, but you're the constellations that guide me
My mind wonders back to our oblivious existence
I'm all choked up now with the threat of distance
As the train bound for disaster chugs up to the station
I don't board it 'cause I decide it's the wrong destination
But the train bound for sustainability is nowhere to be seen
And I'm lost, so lost, we are the constellations that guide me
And then I realise that...
We need to use our own two feet to walk these tracks
And we have to squalor but we have to watch each other's backs
With forgiveness as our torch and imagination our sword
We'll a**ign the rogues of haters, slash open the minds of the bored
And we'll start a world so equal and free
Every inch of this earth is yours, all the land and all the sea
Imagine no restrictions bar the climate and the weather
And we can explore s***e together, forever
And I am lost, so lost, you are the constellations
Woah!
And I am lost, so lost, you are the constellations
And I am lost, so lost, you are the constellations
And I am lost, so lost, you are the constellations
And I am lost, so lost, you are the constellations