Buckle up the moon is new
It's super, blue, and bloody
And nobody knows what to do
It truly isn't funny
It started on a Sunday
And it made me cut my hair
It's here until next Tuesday
And it really isn't fair
I'm tied up in a triangle
We're working on another
Cus one is never just enough
For us or any lover
Did I love or wish I was her
Thinking of her all the same
Of a moment in the valley
So convinced of cosmic flames
Ohhh the moon is low she's looking down at us
The world is just a whirling cloud of dust
The sky looks like a story book
The sun is turning off
The monument is rusting round
It's growing green with moss
Remember running bases in this
Same spot years ago
The rain came down and christened us
Could drink that afterglow
So are you coming over later?
Everyone's away
Oh I know you're not the one
Never said you should stay
Just touch me like you love me
And then leave me cus you don't
You act as though you'll know me
Oh we both know that you won't
The moon is low she's looking down at us
The world is just a whirling cloud of dust