Morning
How's the air on mars
Could you sleep hard and hungry, empty
Falling so far
You think you can't last long
Tell me, what future were you counting on
I'm heading back to the ocean
You're hailing a cab in a cold sweat
Don't get choked by your deprivation
Deprived of what's the question
Enough's your destination, right
Way down in elysian fields hoping we'll dream a way out
