Moving

I came to in our empty room
Strange like a stranger’s, as if we’d already moved
And folded the sheets and the fantasies
Who knew what a bachelor basement could manage to hold in its teeth?
We were happy here and we were all the rest
Hot tears in anger, yes, hot tears in tenderness

I guess the dream I had wasn’t big enough
Wasn’t big enough for all this

I don’t know what we left
I don’t know what it meant
I don’t know what’s coming next

But it’s good, it’s just good
It’s just good to be moving again

I drove east until the sun appeared
Red like a memory, as if we were already here
In the weirdest light, it felt like an omen
Turned out it was forest fires and all this pink coloured smoke blowing in

Is this the year of our waking up?
Of our waking up?

Cause the dream cannot fit all the details in it
They’re too real, too rich, all the teeth in your kiss
So much height, so much depth, swings so wide you get sick

But it’s not what we left
It’s not even what it is
It’s just what it’s becoming

Yeah and it’s good, yeah it’s good
It’s good to be moving again

Like a dancer, with no drink in my hand
Like a youngster, when they cut off my cast
Like an eagle, just leaving my branch
Yeah I can feel it, and it’s good to be moving again
It’s good to be moving, it’s good to be moving again