We were all dangling from a dark red thread
With the music in our bodies and the words in our heads
Danced all night on a Martian plain
To the crunch of the thunder in the frozen rain
She was saying something I couldnât really hear
Pointing at the sky with a belly full of beer
Dreaming of a time we couldnât possibly imagine
From years and years ago
There were kids in the kitchen standing on their toes
Trying to catch a glimpse of the market ghost
Blowinâ through the air was a lifeless stare
A man who seemed important
So torn up and distorted
Water color eyes I could live in
Bodies shift and sway
Tongues start slippinâ
A market ghost inside
Signs of life and pride
Speaking out but not allowed to
Scream or shout or move a crowd
Water color eyes I could live in
Bodies shift and sway
Tongues start slippinâ