We Can Breathe in Space

And what comes next?

A chance to save ourselves?

Imagine magma encrusted in rock

And on the surface of this world, all eyes are on the clock

Cos all our empires, our philosophies, our practiced faiths, our revolutions

our proud sciences, are but a flicker in one day of the lives of the stars.

We can breathe in space, they just don't want us to escape

We can breathe in space, they just don't want us to escape

And what comes next?

A chance to save ourselves?

The constellations yes all 88 of them

Like the G8 they meet to procrastinate

Greetings, we are an infant species

crawling, into our own, premature decline

The north star is chairing the meeting, he knows we're spoilt

and he's sniggering at histories.

We can breathe in space, they just don't want us to escape

We can breathe in space, they just don't want us to escape

the hollow proposals mean we'll migrate

but they'll bleed us dry until that 11th hour

and when dawn breaks i'll sit and stagnate

with this metric ton on your shoulders, how do you cope?

we are an infant species

crawling, into our own, premature decline

The north star is chairing the meeting, he knows we're spoilt

and he's sniggering at histories.

lets prove the stars wrong.

we've got to do this.

and I find it hard to believe that we're are alone...