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

All our empires our philosophies

Our practiced faiths our revolutions

Our proud sciences are but a flickering

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

The constellations yes all 88 of them

A chance to save ourselves

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 our 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 the 11th hour

And when dawn breaks I'll sit and stagnate

With this metric tonne 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 our histories

Let's prove the stars wrong

We've got to do this

I find it hard to believe that we are alone