We Can Breathe in Space, They Just Don't Want Us to Escape

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