Shoot The Moon

Running through the walls find an open space
Let me walk along past the morning daze
If the feeling comes we can build a fire
Make the water boil make it run at last
Out of you

Time will take us back when you held me down
With your silver knife harmless like a child
When the night has come we can build a fire
Put our hands and feet in the mirror lake
Shoot the moon

We found an open road to drag our bones away
Fell upon a man frightened of our gloom
And the spirits all holding on our hands
In a parking lot we were striving to
Shoot the moon