1. Alone

(VillanuevA)

We lost our way come ground control

Our semblance marks this fateful gore

We're set adrift in a turbid course

Triangulum's search a futile chore

The hour is late come ground control

Our engines churn has grown unruled

The crew's eyes masked in comely wool

As if we're in Prospero's ball

A million stars stare at us

As we ask ourselves how to go on

Floating in a boundless abyss

Alone

Mayday, Mayday come ground control

Trite squabbles make a red-shift to hope

Everyone thinks that they're alive

Everyone knows that that's a lie

A million stars stare at us

As we ask ourselves how to go on

Floating in a boundless abyss

Alone

This is our last call to ground control

Can you hear us?

A million stars stare at us

As we ask ourselves how to go on

Floating in this boundless abyss

Alone

This is our last call to ground control

Can you hear us?

This is our last call to ground control

(CMB sonification by Mark Ballora used with permission)