Space - The Beautiful South

If there’s space enough out there for the moon

Surely your little heart can make some room

If there’s room in the hemisphere for so many stars

There’s surely a satellite we can name as ours

They’re building brand new cinemas, brand new bars

Shoving lonely people into boots of cars

If you want to share the failure or you want to share the flop

We’ll both go in the boot right off the top

And if there’s ever time in life for genuine mistake

Surely, then, you got the means to make it

And if you’d like one final slip before you get it right

This moon’s asleep, you got the means to wake it

So left alone we’re just simple bricks

No more than the stone that child kicks

But as soon as we’re together we are wall

And the stone that child kicks is bouncing ball

They’re building brand new motorways, brand new roads

But when travelling on your own that road is closed

I’ll be your co-driver and together we’ll be tank

And watch as «no through road» sign slowly sank

And they’re building brand new hospitals, building brand new wards

Insure your heart with everything you can afford

No need going private, I will save my bed for you

As I quietly wait my turn in public queue

This moon’s asleep, you got the means to wake it…