Observatory - The Zolas

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