Cover this morning goodbye with the most tender flowers,

'Cause neither you nor I we don't know what will happen.

The gravity kept me close so I could feel the rain.

That's what I'll be missing the most, yeah

I want to make it, listening to old cassettes

Watch crimson sunsets over the fiery land

How many secrets're in this infinite height?

I will be dreaming under the phoboslight.

No limits're there in the sky, our time remains fluid.

There's something bigger than life and I'm committed to it.

In 45 thousand sols perhaps, we meet again

At the foot of Olympus Mons, yeah

I want to make it, listening to old cassettes

Watch crimson sunsets over the fiery land

How many secrets're in this infinite height?

I will be dreaming under the phoboslight.

No place for fear, it's now or never.

And we could live this way forever.

No place for fear, it's now or never.

And we could love this way.

I want to make it, listening to old cassettes

Watch crimson sunsets over the fiery land

How many secrets're in this infinite height?

I will be dreaming under the phoboslight

Under the phoboslight

Under the phoboslight