Death of martian
Bear paws and rascal power watching us in your garageBig girl, you ate the neighbor, the nova is overWake up and play, [Incomprehensible]Make room for Clara's bare feet, the love of a Martian
Tick-tock and waiting for the meteorThis clock is opening another door
Lots of love, just keep it comin', making something out of nothin'(These are the best that I)I don't know how to say, losin' what I love today(These are the best that I)
Lots of love just keep it comin', making something out of nothin'(These are the best that I)I don't know what to say, lookin' what I lost today(And these are the things that I)
Blood flowers in the kitchen, signing off and winding downThis Martian ends her mission, the nova is overShe caught the ball by the mission bellChase lizards, bark at donkeys, the love of a Martian
Let's bow our head and let the trumpets blowOur girl is gone, God, bless her little soul
Lots of love, just keep it comin', making something out of nothin'(These are the best that I)I don't know how to say, losin' what I love today(These are the best that I)
Lots of love just keep it comin', making something out of nothin'(These are the best that I)I don't know what to say, lookin' what I lost today(And these are the things that I)
She's got a sword, in case though this is not her, LordIn case, the one who can't afford to face her image is restored to graceDisappeared, no trace, musky tears, suitcaseThe down turn, brave little burn cub, bear carelessTurnip snare rampages pitch color pages
Down and out, but not in Vegas, disembarks and disengagesNo loft, sweet pink canary cages plummet, pop dew skin fortitudeFor the sniffing black noses that snort and allude to the dangling trinketsThat mimic the dirt, cough, go, drink, it's, it's for you
Blue battered naval town, slip kisses delivered by duck musclesAnd bottle nosed grifters arrive in time to catch the late showIt's a beehive barrel race, a she hive stare and chase wasted featureWho tried and failed to reach her, embossed beneath a boxIn the closet that's lost
The kind you find when you mind your own businessShiv sister to the quicknessBefore it blisters into the new morning, milk blanket
Your ilk is funny to the turnstile, touch bunnyWhose bouquet set a course for bloom without decayGet your broom and sweep the echoes of yesternightsFallen freckles away