Martians came from the stars sometime ago
They understood the ways of us
With little cages stuff with sage for days
They forced their habits upon their youth
If you chose how to frame your mind
Homes of vines will be built outside
Give me a few tickets of your time
Just to see what I see

I'm thinking 'bout the way you move
The way you look, the way you are
I'm thinking 'bout the way you move
The way you look

Painted in a mosaic of creme brulee
You were the finest one I'd taste
With little words you could change the mood
Another game I'd lose
Distorted film of my views
Your love was just a noose
Your love was just a noose
Your ways just killed me
If you chose how to frame your mind
Homes of vines will be built outside
Give me a few tickets of your time
Just to see what I see
I'm thinking 'bout the way you move
The way you look, the way you are
I'm thinking 'bout the way you move
The way you look

I always thought that I'd live with you
And I always thought you were all that i needed
Then the winds of life took you from my hands
And I always thought that I'd lie with you