We were martians storming the great planet Earth Blasting and firing people into space, into oblivion The sun and moon was wrapped around our finger The stars bowed down to us like humble servants Now, our rocket ship has taken off without us And we're left to die here with barren hearts No blood to pour, no tears to shed Just hollow, alien creatures With nothing to give.
The more you age, the more you realize that love is the reason to live. Not money, not fame. Love. At least that's what I believe.