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 since she was young

"I will not pass this night in vain!"

She says, "I'll stand this kind of rain, I'll break the glass,
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 at 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 kiss you just as tenderly
As CYGNUS kissed the deserts

We shall meet tomorrow night, and I kiss you just as tenderly
As CYGNUS kissed the deserts