Constellations

Album: A Flash Flood Of Colour (2012)
  • Packing the last few shirts into a bloated suitcase
    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
    Sparkling light from the morning sun
    Is all we should need to feel warm.

    I reach the station with just minutes to spare,
    I glance at my watch time's 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 my self,

    That I am lost so lost
    But your 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 it's destination sustainability
    It's delayed though it was suppose to arrive at 11:50.
    Platform one it says stand behind the yellow line
    But I sit on the platform edge and just gaze at the time.

    My mind wanders back to our oblivious existence
    I'm all choked up now with the threat of distance
    As the train bound for disaster chokes up to the station,
    I don't board it cause 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 guide me?

    And then I realize that
    We need to use our own two feet to walk these tracks,
    And we have to squad up and we have to watch each others backs,
    When forgiveness is our torch and imagination our sword
    Well I'll tie the ropes of hate and slash open the minds of the bored
    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
    Then we can explore space together
    Forever

    And I'm lost so lost
    Where are the constellations

    And I'm lost so lost
    You are the constellation
    Packing the last few shirts into a bloated suitcase
    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
    Sparkling light from the morning sun
    Is all we should need to feel warm.

    I reach the station with just minutes to spare,
    I glance at my watch time's 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 my self,

    That I am lost so lost
    But your 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 it's destination sustainability
    It's delayed though it was suppose to arrive at 11:50.
    Platform one it says stand behind the yellow line
    But I sit on the platform edge and just gaze at the time.

    My mind wanders back to our oblivious existence
    I'm all choked up now with the threat of distance
    As the train bound for disaster chokes up to the station,
    I don't board it cause 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 guide me?

    And then I realize that
    We need to use our own two feet to walk these tracks,
    And we have to squad up and we have to watch each others backs,
    When forgiveness is our torch and imagination our sword
    Well I'll tie the ropes of hate and slash open the minds of the bored
    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
    Then we can explore space together
    Forever

    And I'm lost so lost
    Where are the constellations

    And I'm lost so lost
    You are the constellation
    You are the constellation
    You are the constellation
    You are the constellation
    You are the constellation Writer/s: CHRIS BATTEN, LIAM RORY CLEWLOW, ROBERT ROLFE, ROUGHTON REYNOLDS
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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