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, mhm 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 from the self, well I just don't know Oh, can't you show Me where to go But you know, I don't need money for much 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