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