she sits by the window, stares into the night 
just waiting for a foreign sound from outside 
far beyond the atmospheres, she is listening for a call to take her homewards 
to herself 
oh, i love you so 
he who's master of the icy shots won't harm you in the morning 
she knows that the pavement's hard, there between the stars 
to travel on to martian homesick city 
she is weeping silently but there's not a tear 
just raindrops falling from the painted ceiling 
the dance of the foraging bee will number all the things 
she has been longing for all of her life 
i will not pass this night in vain, she says 
i'll stand this kind of rain 
i know the way, i'll find the path 
yes, carol wants to go to mars, back where the red-cold sun is sinking 
to the channels of a'daar 
day breaks through the grating 
someone moves a chair 
and sunlight blisters dazzling on a glass 
take a pill and greet the day for sedative holidays 
why aren't you sleeping in the night 
oh, i love you so 
he who's master of the icy shots won't harm you till the evening 
we shall meet tomorrow night 
and i'll kiss you just as tenderly as cygnus kissed the deserts