Text: Howie Day. Sound The Alarm. Postcard From Mars.

Postcard from Mars, having your fill
You can't see the harm in a little pill
See what you've done, biding your time
Making my world unthoughtful sunlight

Till I wake up, boy I'll take some time to understand
Soon I'll be a part of this the last time
Oh, the last time, I'm sure it comes back on again

Somehow you find passing the time
Moving along to a different light
Lie on your back, oh you shoulder the blame
You can't find the time and you can't find your way home
You shout out

Till I wake up, boy I'll take some time to understand
Soon I'll be a part of this the last time
For the last time, I'm sure I'm coming back real soon

You're coming apart with me at the seams
We'll follow a man, says he lives in a dream
Well, you've been a part of everyone's style
Since the day you were born but now you need something more

You're playing a part
Doesn't it hurt when it's coming apart?
Hey, now I could surely manage a lot, I did it before

Postcard from Mars, oh now how do you feel?
You can't see the harm in a little thrill