Observatory

We broke in where

We're not allowed

And found a station

From a dead underground

And there you kiss me

As if goodbye

On the dusty platform

Like my train had arrive

Are we home 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 within 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 the building face

Office workers in the sky constellate

And 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 tumor

Oh, 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, so

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 within your skin is like an atlas of the sky

I want to read your book but I don't want to break the spine

I feel the ink within you stir but must we underside?

I want to read your book but I don't want to break the spine

Maybe we're better off

Maybe we're better off

Maybe we're better off

Maybe we're better off