never seem to go Only more sad clouds where autumn winds will blow All my dreams seem so long ago Oh, Field of Mars Time is past in the Field of Mars
Vertaling: Die Kerk. Gebied van Mars.
, the dawn was a brilliant, fiery red and I wandered through the weird and lurid landscape of another planet; for the vegetation which gives Mars its
doin' me right, doin' me right) While I've been turning my back, You've been out playing the field (She jus playing the field, playing the field) Can
