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? w 1244 e 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...