When I look at the coloured lights
In the postcards of city sights
My eyes are dim under blurry skies
The ground beneath me won't hold tight
And I say next, next, next day
Next, next, next life
Always there
You're too tired to fight
But the rhythm of the seasons
On the cyclic sturdy beat
Reminds me that the fall is all mine
Because there's no burning buildings
And I feel warm
And all these beasts of burden
Were sand shorn
By a record player
On the wooden floor
It's something so big you never seen it before
It's like a re-education
In elementary particle physics
It's like constellations
And the strange charm they're made with
And in the twilight
I'm feeling alright
After waking, being woken
More thanone night now
And under dark skies
When we're both blind
The leaves will move beneath our feet
We won't fall down
Because when we look at Christmas lights
While we're blanketed in frostbite
We'll push the snow aside, walk and make it home tonight
And we'll take our star maps
Fire off from the city
Navigation will be easy
And we'll never forget anything
Woo
Woo
Woo
Woo
Because there's no burning buildings
And I feel warm
And all these beasts of burden
Were sand shorn
By a record player
On the wooden floor
It's something so big you never seen it before
It's like a re-education
In elementary particle physics
It's like constellations
And the strange charm they're made with