Somewhere the moon sang me to sleep while I with a glittering eye lay fallow using my moments to buy time Over the ocean the moon became a star as smoke swirled over us like cheese covering the conversation with winding tendrils of distress we furnished but didn't create And there was a white cage and bright lights and a young woman with dark brown hair telling me we had to do this right We had to be comfortable with each other or they'd see She led me away to show me the time and how we could make it turn our way so they wouldn't find us like this alone The moon like a star in the sky like an omen like a sign Somewhere the moon sang me to sleep these dreams unrecognized as facts as play things against the gods who thwart us And all the dripping amber of nightfall moves like syrup through the air to me where I lie looking backward into things that may not have happened yet I feel the dream in me and see the signs take the omens for a quarter clutched in a sweaty palm in return for this remnant of another life a slow sweep to somewhere else The hands hold back the waves but it's not enough to silence the dogs that bark in the night that follow me like shadows into life into the song I heard the moon sing me to sleep
Somewhere the Moon Sang
Somewhere the Moon Sang
Somewhere the Moon Sang
Somewhere the moon sang me to sleep while I with a glittering eye lay fallow using my moments to buy time Over the ocean the moon became a star as smoke swirled over us like cheese covering the conversation with winding tendrils of distress we furnished but didn't create And there was a white cage and bright lights and a young woman with dark brown hair telling me we had to do this right We had to be comfortable with each other or they'd see She led me away to show me the time and how we could make it turn our way so they wouldn't find us like this alone The moon like a star in the sky like an omen like a sign Somewhere the moon sang me to sleep these dreams unrecognized as facts as play things against the gods who thwart us And all the dripping amber of nightfall moves like syrup through the air to me where I lie looking backward into things that may not have happened yet I feel the dream in me and see the signs take the omens for a quarter clutched in a sweaty palm in return for this remnant of another life a slow sweep to somewhere else The hands hold back the waves but it's not enough to silence the dogs that bark in the night that follow me like shadows into life into the song I heard the moon sing me to sleep