desert of red,
sunsets of blue
and chemical winds
that break right through
fifty below,
two moons above
a pure life, no loans on love
dress me in rust, from head to toe
I’ll lay on your chest
until I know
Mars, won’t you, save me, save me, from myself
Mars, won’t you, save me, save me, from myself
every oxide crease and row
the valley floors
where water flowed
tilt and sway
twirl and play
your orbit
is my new faith
heliacal streak the sky
and heal these wounds
of grief inside
Mars, won’t you, save me, save me, from myself
Mars, won’t you, save me, save me, from myself
sail away
to save the fields
and seal your faith
into these hands
oh I will lay,
until I know,
Mars, won’t you, save me, save me, from myself
Mars, won’t you, save me, save me, from myself
you draw me into you
draw me into you
we’re both just old made new
we’re both just old made new
