Mars Lyrics

Remember when we used to talk blue and always so misplaced

And all the astronauts were watching from somewhere back in space

Got no use for words, with all that's written in your face

Got no use for love, but you could use a lie

And the your skin turns red, you got those pitty eyes

And write a letter about the mess, about what tears you appart

About the flowers in her dress, about the movement of mars

About the times that you regret, about what's got behind

And all the peace they said you'd have you hope to find someday

If only wasn't in your chest, a place that you can't look away

And the your skin turns red, you got those pitty eyes

And write a letter about the mess, about what tears you appart

About the flowers in her dress, about the movement of mars

About the times that you regret, about what's got behind

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