Why do I whine in the evening
howling at dead stars who don't give a damn
why do I pick at the scabs that stopped bleeding
and cringe at the light pink flesh
my heart's stuck in alpha centauri
maybe that's where i came from
Why do I cling to the shadows
and whisper ambitions of light
what am I trying to prove
by shoving my face in your footsteps
i can hear alpha centauri
saying that's where i came from
