Packing the last few shirts into a bloated suite case 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 sparking light from the morning sun is all we should need to feel One I reach the station with just minutes to spare Glance at my watch, times 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 myself That I am lost so lost, but you're 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, destination: Sustainability It's delayed though; it was supposed to arrive at 11:50 Platform one says stand behind the yellow line But I sit at the platform edge and just gaze at the time (You're the constellations that guide me) My mind wanders back to our oblivious existence I'm all choked up now with the threat of distance As the train bound disaster chokes up to the station I don't board it because 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 guides me And then I realise that, we need to use our own two feet To walk these tracks and we have to squad up And we need to watch each other's backs With forgiveness as our torch and imagine as our sword While we tie the ropes of hate, and put our right hand to the board 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 And we can explore space Together! Forever! And I'm lost, so lost, you are the constellations And I'm lost, so lost, you are the constellations And I'm lost, so lost, you are the constellations And I'm lost, so lost, you are the constellations And I'm lost, so lost, you are the constellations And I'm lost, so lost, you are the constellations