I want to believe in time travel
That one day [bad word] back for you.
Find you in the campus library aisles and I’d say
Oh my ancient Mars.

When [bad word] rocks were covered in groves
And the pyramids foretold acidic snows
All was still breathing like my hands on your toes and I said
Oh my ancient Mars

Several billion golden years ago
I lost a planet that I loved to the cold
Civilization blooms and then it erodes. And that’s it
Oh my ancient Mars.