I want to believe in time travel
that one day Iโll come back for you.
find you in the campus library aisles and Iโd say
Oh my ancient Mars.
when the rusty rocks were covered in groves
and the pyramids foretold acidic snows
all was still breathing like my hands on your toes and I said
Oh my ancient Mars
Several billion golden years ago
I lost a planet that I loved to the cold
civilization blooms and then it erodes. And thatโ s it
Oh my ancient Mars.