Moon

Now I see you, trouble, it's coming up ahead

Black dogs running through the fields, they're dripping red

The world is quiet, there is nothing left unsaid

A million image, million capture, million deadAnd all the birds fall out of the sky in two by two's

And my teeth fall out my head into the snowI am you now and you are me instead

Then I see there is blood on your wedding dressAnd all of the old walk down and I'm feeling unsure

When I'm sleeping in my own place, I'm not homeIt is perfect, it is beautiful and still

And it is silent, it is white and it is goodAnd all by the fooling round with daisy chains on our heads

It is coming now, my friend, and it's the end