The window pane

Is the only thing I see when I look out

The frost covered window

You'll come home I know

I know


That we could be happy

Lift up the hood or maybe you have a flat

Cause you should have been here by now

By now


We could be happy with the finest wines

I'll sing to you all the time

Flies by

Fly away

Fly away, goodnight


In the vacuums of space

These feelings are erased

Without gravity


In the vacuums of space

These feelings are erased


The setting sun on mars is all you ever wanted

If only I could name this land