Brooklyn Mars

The Brooklyn bridge is empty

And I walk on the highway

Straight to mars

Space runs through the Golden Gate

Lakes collect the flying bates

Where are my soulmates

The Brooklyn Bridge is empty

And I go through the doorway straight to mars

The Brooklyn bridge is empty

I rush into the passage

Straight to mars

Space runs through the Golden Gate

Lakes collect the flying bates

Where are my soulmates

It seems to me a sort of fairytale

To sing alone when you are off the rails

By the moon I awake

The light of a warm shake

Space runs through the Golden Gate

Lakes collect the flying bates

Where are my soulmates