Proxima B - Benjamin Gibbard

Oh, this world’s starting to bring me down

The ocean’s rising and we’re all gonna drown

There’s a place where you and I can go

We can start this whole mess all over

Proxima B, bathed in the glow of Centauri

Proxima B, careless and free

Don’t try to tell me that there’s no second act

Say your goodbyes and get your suitcase back

So what’s the point of trying to save this place

There’s another out in outer space

Proxima B, from where return isn’t guaranteed

Proxima B, the stars are a sea

Proxima B, bathed in the glow of Centauri

Proxima B, careless and free

You and I are gonna get it right

We won’t make the same mistakes twice

Everybody’s starting to figure it out

And our little planet’s slowly drawing a crowd

Proxima B, I remember when it was just you and me

Proxima B, careless and free

Proxima B, from where return isn’t guaranteed

Proxima B, the stars are a sea