Hardly star-crossed, darling
Darling hardly starting
There are times I think we're half aligned
Hardly star-crossed, darling
Darling hardly starting
I got a pocket full of tickets
That I've got to use up and I don't mind the travelling
There are times I think we're half aligned

So roll the ports out
And win your city back
Even with the lights gone
Win your city back
Save the last frame
We'll put back the last train and
Win your city back
Win your city back

Barely speaking arches
Arches barely spoken
I got pages and pages of hand-drawn stars
And not one of them's perfect
There are times I think we're half aligned

So roll the ports out
And win your city back
Even with the lights gone
Win your city back
Save the last frame
We'll put back the last train and
Win your city back

(spoken word bit)