Dust in Space

I lost my mind on the subway. I've been looking for it since.

'Cause I keep reliving Sundays. Same damn clothes, same arguments. And I left

my faith in my parents. And I left my pride in the car.

And I left my youth in the basements where my body learned all its

scars. It's a feeling that you can't explain. Like a crying

wolf in the middle of LA. 'Cause baby, we're just dust

in space. 'Cause baby, we're just dust in space.

You can make it to the big screen. But you still feel so alone.