We Can Breathe in Space Songtext / Lyric

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? 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.

Lets prove the stars wrong.
We've got to do this.
And I find it hard to believe
That we're are alone