Mars के बोल

Plastic clocks tick His skin itches Haunting visions of red oceans I know a place where the buffalo roam the air is so cold that it freezes their souls but they all hold still I waste my time until I finally get it right Einstein's nightmares re-envisioned dancing water broken oxygen explosions of oceans and hydrogen bonds oxygen splits with my wit and my bones I found a way to make rain on my own I found a way to pollinate the red globe