Mars

Night is falling, light is flowing out of the lonely stars.
Twice as long a tear is falling - the gravity is low on Mars.
Winds of Venus, space between us - the abyss that is yet to cross.
By the vastness going past us, we're shattering the cosmic dust.

Orbital thrust won't hold us. Nor would cosmic dust
Visions and dreams that called us tore it all at last
Orbital thrust won't hold us. All we need is ...