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Michael McGuire - Alpha Centauri lyrics
The light that is not symbol, that is the fuel of vision burning, the 
hungry atmosphere, protective prism school of yearning, star lit light 
bulb charged, particles pumping desire, alone in a crowd of undoing, 
charred bones of a leftover fire, as lonely as a telescope, pointed at the 
desert of stars, a vacant gold rush bank, the highways art of abandon 
cars, illustrated meaning of nowhere, the vapor trail of a dream, the 
shadows are a guide, where the light is a theme. 
Its like a thought you can see reflected in the eyes of a stranger who 
passes you on the street like a window in the architecture, the wind of 
heavens ride pollinates the cracks in the sidewalk and the dirty 
distance but forsakes the meanings pulp, lonely puppet empire of 
habit stands for the ovation as the actor playing a doctor points the 
finger at the moon, something; possible everything teases the reach of 
an astrophysicists who cant seem to get his mind off something his 
wife said about occult diet, its all like some out of focus photograph 
that looks more interesting for its flaws than its subject in perfection Michael McGuire - Alpha Centauri - http://motolyrics.com/michael-mcguire/alpha-centauri-lyrics.html
could ever fawn, extinct colors pour a boneless rainbow on a region of 
the sky that has only known the unsolicited pout of impotent rain , a 
sign that were getting closer to something that is so far away that the 
closer we get the further away we are, and the exhaust of invention 
fogs the lens of destiny and the stranded survivors glance suspiciously 
at each others motive heart. 
This is our monument to what we can only deconstruct in dream, the 
light from the nearest star is just the spent treasure of unrequited 
steam, on this cloudless night a man looks up into the weathered 
darkness of the sky, and he cant even tell its a cloudless night so he 
doesnt even begin to wonder why, just one thought ago a chaos was 
born thru the silent center fault, now a ghost lights palatial 
foundations where the god of corners is not found but ever sought, we 
calculate the meaning of our motion with the stacked math of destiny, 
this light we chase cant even give us heat yet we think it will help us 
see.














