A simple fear to wash you away... An open mind canceled it today... A silent song that's in your words... A different taste that's in your mind...
This is the life on Mars This is the life on Mars
Mary was a different girl had a thing for astronauts Mary was the type of girl She always liked to play a lot Mary was a holy girl Finally wet her appetite Mary was the type of girl she always liked to fall apart
Tell me did you see her face? Tell me did you smell her taste? Tell me what's the difference don't they all just look the same inside?
Buddha for Mary here it comes
Mary was an acrobat but still she couldn't seem to breathe. Mary was becoming everything she didn't want to be. Mary would hallucinate and see the sky up on the wall Mary was the type of girl She always like to fly