Mgmt

[Verse 1]
When we see your blue planet we feel tingly inside
Spaceship cold from the vacuum of space travelling
Kittens, hash, by the dozen, we feel tingly inside
Burn and burn the reactor churns
Our hands in our heads
Space in the spaceship
The Arctic planet. whoa oh
[Chorus]
We are alone, the world is not our home
We breathe the air, but we care
We feel the pain, we cannot explain
There are no words, to be heard
[Verse 2]
When we get where we're going we feel tingly inside
Eyes that glow like a burning dwarf
Our hands in our heads