Mars Simula
Pete Loeffler, Sam Loeffler
Psychotic lover, what's left of us?
No one denied this, such foolish costs
Self pity's always sad
This city's fully flattened
Red city might exist
Just getting sick
I'm on my way to Mars
I'm on my way to Mars
Now and 'til the end
Hypnotic travellers, drift until lost
No sign of Earth now, just endless stars
So set the night new
What silly house is this
Not sad I left you
Just getting sick
I'm on my way to Mars
I'm on my way to Mars
Step in, step in, nothing, I can't
Get in, get in, let go, let go
Ah
Step in
I'm on my way to Mars
I'm on my way to Mars
I'm on my way to Mars
Mars, mars
Mars, mars
Mars, get going