Delta Goodrem — Telescope

Telemetry in launch condition.
Affirmative. Missile in internal DC.
You've been searching for a northern light, but you're staring at an endless sky.
With a galaxy of weight on your mind.
I know it feels like the universe has got other plans.
Whenever it feels like there's nobody who understands, maybe I can.
Even when you can't see through the pain. 'Cause all the tears are running down your face.
When the night has stolen all your hope, I'll be your telescope.
When all your dreams feel just too far away.
And all your faith is stuck in retrograde.