Last Of The Curlews

We are elaborations of carbon
Changing moons, honey in the lion
We are blessed with empty providence
Monkey house fear, caged and curious

I was hoping that'd you'd know better
I never thought and that was my fault
Now we know that nothing lasts forever
And when you think you know you really don't

I think of you now we are far
When we were close i couldn't speak a word out loud
I was lame to move my mouth