| Back of Atlas |
|---|
| On your back |
| Of trapped stars |
| Oh I have drawn |
| Your faces |
| So don’t be scared |
| I’ll take it back |
| I predict us a great track |
| I’m often wrong, I’m often wrong |
| But I’ll try my best now |
| To clear myself |
| Standing on, standing on |
| My scissor feet, scissor feet |
| I promise my movement |
| Will not cut your smile |
