Mars

[Intro] Dust on the lens, wind with nothing to carry [Verse 1] Twenty-four hours and thirty-seven minutes Almost the same day you keep But the air is thin as a rumour here And the cold goes down deep Iron in the dust is what makes me red Rust from an ocean long gone dry Riverbeds without a drop of rain Under a butterscotch sky [Chorus] This is the red country Nobody lives here but the machines Rolling through the morning, calling home Across two hundred million miles of dream [Verse 2] Olympus Mons stands twenty-two kilometres tall Three times the mountain you call high Valles Marineris runs four thousand long A canyon you could lose a country in, and I Have Phobos running backwards overhead And Deimos crawling slow Two little moons named fear and dread Over a world with nowhere to go [Bridge] Sojourner, Spirit, Opportunity Curiosity still climbing the hill Perseverance listening for a sound That never comes, and never will [Final Chorus] This is the red country Nobody lives here but the machines And everything they see, they send to you Across two hundred million miles of dream [Outro] Someday, boots. Someday, breath. For now, just wheels and wind.