Packing the last few shirts into a bloated suite case
The 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 sparking 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, times going faster these days I swear
Eyes focus up now to the train time table board
There's only two platforms to be explored
And it's then that I admit it to myself
That I am lost so lost, but you're the constellations
That guide me
There's a train at 12, destination: Disaster
It's running on time as time runs faster
On platform two, destination: Sustainability
It's delayed though; it was supposed to arrive at 11:50
Platform one says stand behind the yellow line
But I sit at the platform edge and just gaze at the time
(You're the constellations that guide me)
My mind wanders back to our oblivious existence
I'm all choked up now with the threat of distance
As the train bound disaster chokes up to the station
I don't board it because I decide that it's the wrong destination
But the train bound for sustainability is nowhere to be seen
And I'm lost, so lost, where are the constellations
That guides me
And then I realise that, we need to use our own two feet
To walk these tracks and we have to squad up
And we need to watch each other's backs
With forgiveness as our torch and imagine as our sword
While we tie the ropes of hate, and put our right hand to the board
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
But the climate and the weather
And we can explore space
Together! Forever!
And I'm lost, so lost, you are the constellations
And I'm lost, so lost, you are the constellations
And I'm lost, so lost, you are the constellations
And I'm lost, so lost, you are the constellations
And I'm lost, so lost, you are the constellations
And I'm lost, so lost, you are the constellations
