Am F C I want to believe in time travel Am F C that one day I’ll come back for you. Am F Am G find you in the campus library aisles and I’d say Am F C Oh my ancient Mars. Am F C when the rusty rocks were covered in groves Am F C and the pyramids foretold acidic snows Am F Am G all was still breathing like my hands on your toes and I said Am F C Oh my ancient Mars Am F C Several billion golden years ago Am F C I lost a planet that I loved to the cold Am F Am G civilization blooms and then it erodes. And that’s it Am F C Oh my ancient Mars.