Water on Mars

I've got the key to my head in my lungs

Tongue keeps rolling around in my mouth

Out I walk through the park in the light

Darkness circles around on the grass

That's how everything seems

When you dream of sweet wonderful things

And the smells...

Should I sell?

(Don't sell it, no don't sell it)

My mind's a spigot and I'm starting to dig it

I've got buckets of time in my hands

Am I spilling them right, I don't know

It's too early to tell, should I sell?

Or save some for myself, well

You know I don't need money for much

Should I sell?

(Don't sell it, no don't sell it)

My mind's a spigot and I'm starting to dig it

I've got buckets of time in my hands

Am I spilling them right, I don't know

It's too early to tell, should I sell?

Or save life for myself, well

I just don't know

Can't you show

Me where to go

But you know, I don't need money from Mars

Just give it to me

Should I sell?

(Don't sell it, no don't sell it)

My mind's a spigot and I'm starting to dig it