The Observatory

We broke in where
 We're not allowed
 And found a station
 From a dead undergound.
 And there you kissed me
 As if goodbye
 On the dusty platform
 Like my train had arrived
 Oh we hold with the grip of a sifter
 And we smile with the teeth of a comb
 We can fake what we want to belong
 But if we don't show our faces
 We can't be wrong.
 Hands in the air, listen to me
 This is a stickup at the observatory
 We're gonna look at just what we wanna see
 This is a stickup at the observatory.
 The blue beneath your skin is like
 An atlas of the sky
 I want to read your book but I
 Don't want to break the spine.
 We left the concert on skid row
 And looked up at the building face
 Office workers in the sky constellate
 In our ordinary moons
 We can't see the part we play
 All the windows in the sky constellate.
 Oh we know we're living in a tumour
 Or we know we're living in a coral reef
 Who can say what's the way to believe
 But sleep beside a window
 And you hear it breathe.