Martians! Martians!

It was evening when they took you in their three-legged machines And I'm certain that it happened in the script or in a bad dream Big budget on a hot streak, shooting on location one more week Motel with all the sick sheets I can half remember, now it's covered with green screen They say just act like it's there Are you alone upon a flying saucer? Is everybody you know an imposter Is there a story you can tell to make it better that you lost her, you lost her? Four-foot extras with antenna, I can't really comprehend What a show for an idea so well-rooted in a trend They're piping smoking to the soundstage Weighing down the set with a sandbag It's all empty of feeling, behold the design Just wait for the ending, it's gonna blow your mind Are you alone upon a flying saucer? Is everybody you know an imposter Is there a story you can tell to make it better that you lost her, you lost her? I miss the two of us with a Super 8 No CGI, no trailer Just a couple tapes Developed while we wait I feel so silly in this outfit Am I supposed to be some lost in space cadet who lost a bet These stories are a sugar rush Let's treat them as such It's not real life but it's soft to the touch It's way too much We can't live inside a place so cinematic, although we'd like it You can feel the world well up inside you in two hours or less You sit inside the theater Feel so close to complete But it only lasts as long as it takes for you to leave The truth you're wanting can't be found, no matter what the screenplay Get lost inside the story, don't lose yourself along the way There's really no such thing as flying saucers Everybody you know's an imposter There's a million different stories you could tell to make it better that you lost her