Passingthru

[Verse: Kate Ireland & Antony Szmierek]

This country is divided

But at least all our service stations look the same

Walking parallel through sliding doors

Into the this whole course of bright lights and linoleum floors

Here, we are right in the middle of the in-between

The high grade frequency of overstimulation

Bouncing through phone screens and fruit machines

KFC, kids sliding around in onesies, the service station renegades

Here, I can be anyone

Heartbroken, disgraced, on the run

Wе all look different, and we'rе just passing through

Our voice beams down from the moon

The co-ordinates to happiness, the hope amongst the gloom

Andromeda southbound

Out here we could be anyone

Out here we can be new