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