Maps of the Moon

Maps of the moon
Black and white pictures of you
It felt like being born
I thought the moment had arrived
You said so yourself
You said so in slow motion

Water falls like rain
So sweet and so lonely
So lonely, so lonely

There’s a shadow beside the house
Between the big tree and the porch
Looks like you standing there
Smoking at the altar of the altar of the altar

The mark of the white tiger
You kept ‘em guessing
You were here and then gone
Gone with the roses, the roses, the roses