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