Proxima

going out of town

roll the windows down

the night will breathe

and we slowly see

along the countryside

we walk in a field of rye

with a telescope

to show we're not alone

and you can see everything

drawn out across the sky

with a naked eye

and i can think of anything

to fall out from this dream

where life may seem

so bare

before you go back home

before the wind grows cold

the stars agree

to let us meet

here on the countryside

here laying side by side

where we dream of hope

to show we're not alone

and you can see everything

drawn out across the sky

with a naked eye

and i can think of anything

to fall out from this dream

where life may seem

so bare