We are who we are
Lost kids under stars
Tryna map out the night sky
It`s where our future`s lie
The night`s a dark window
Tinted and sensual
Collared like the high-neck man
Fingered gloves hiding his hands
We don`t know where it`s all coming from
We just know there`s nothing to be done
We just play and wait and run
Until the sun comes
Constellation
A tesselation
There must be an explanation
We all look, in desperation
For this inner gravity
That stabilizes the nation
Cold, contension
Apprehension
Moral soldiers, at attention
Constellation
Constellations
Trying to find the meaning.
