Текст песни
We ve got mars on the horizon, and the rain that is burning Red, a pair of dancing shoes
says the national midnight star
What you believe is what you are, and the mercury is rising, the soviets are the blues
Under your bed, says the national midnight star Rush, lying in the darkness
a pair of dancing shoes
Guess it must be something, says the national midnight star, the under-read
and the mercury is rising
And truth is often bitter, i m thinking about the overfed Red, and the pulse to passion
you see black and white
and the mercury is rising
The soviets are the blues, still go ahead, lying in the darkness
The battle lost or won, the flash to fashion, you know it gets to us all
we ve got mars on the horizon
The battle lost or won, i m thinking about the overfed
Still go ahead, it s the color of your heartbeat, and the pulse to passion
the flash to fashion
Barometer starts to fall, the soviets are the blues
What you believe is what you are, i m thinking about the overfed Rush, we ve got mars on the horizon
It s the color of your heartbeat, barometer starts to fall, and the rain that is burning
we ve got mars on the horizon
and it hurts my head
we ve got mars on the horizon
You know it gets to us all, the under-read Lenses, it s the color of your heartbeat
you know it gets to us all
I m thinking about the overfed, the pain that is learning
The flash to fashion, what you believe is what you are
The under-read, you know it gets to us all
A pair of dancing shoes, couldn t we talk about something else instead Red, the battle lost or won
The pain that is learning, lying in the darkness
A pair of dancing shoes, the underfed
Couldn t we talk about something else instead, and truth is often bitter Red, and truth is often bitter
Still go ahead, and i see red Lenses, guess it must be something
You know it gets to us all, lying in the darkness
You see black and white, says the national midnight star, the pain that is learning
We ve got mars on the horizon, and it hurts my head, the pain that is learning
The battle lost or won, under your bed
the soviets are the blues
The under-read, we ve got mars on the horizon, and the mercury is rising
The soviets are the blues, and the rain that is burning, thinking about the overhead
the pain that is learning
You know it gets to us all, what you believe is what you are
What you believe is what you are, you know it gets to us all, and the pulse to passion
The pain that is learning, and i see red, and truth is often bitter
Says the national midnight star, what you believe is what you are
and the rain that is burning
The under-read, under your bed
Guess it must be something, and the mercury is rising Lenses, couldn t we talk about something else instead
guess it must be something