We've come so far
Under this old star of us
We've climbed through ash and cliff and gash
And scaled this old face
Oh, please don't let him go
Olympus Mons won't you ever be?
Olympus Mons won't you ever be?
Your face is drawn and pale
We eat as systems fail
Ask the reasons why volcanos in the sky
Running on a stone so close we grow alone
Discuss panic and dread and mountains
Mountains in our heads
Olympus Mons won't you ever be?
Olympus Mons won't you ever be?
The air grows thin
The moon hangs in the sky like a closing eye
The sky is dark and red tonight
And I long to go home if I close my eyes...
The sky grows dim
The moons stare from the space with the hollow face
The soil is dark and red tonight
And I long to go home if I close my eyes...
Tree on Martian soil and patterns of canals
Water streaming down a lava light canal
If I could get this helmet off I'd lay it on the sand
And drink from river's hand
Oasis looks so grand - red camels in the sand
A desert nomad stands at sleeping naiad's hand
Like Hylas I could swim to you and love you and forget
Love you and forget
The summit beckons yet
Writer(s): Elijah Duncan Slate, Steven Gary Anderson
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