Ancient Mars - The Zolas

I want to believe in time travel

That one day I’ll come back for you.

Find you in the campus library aisles and I’d say

Oh my ancient Mars.

When the rusty 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.