Moon

Now I see you, trouble
It's coming up ahead
Black dogs running through the fields
They're dripping red

The world is quiet
There is nothing left unsaid
A million image, million capture
Million dead

And all the birds fall
Out of the sky in two by two's
And my teeth fall
Out my head into the snow

I am you now
And you are me instead
Then I see there is blood
On your wedding dress

And all of the old walk down
And I'm feeling unsure
When I'm sleeping in my own place
I'm not home

It is perfect
It is beautiful and still
And it is silent
It is white and it is good

And all by the fooling round
With daisy chains on our heads
It is coming now, my friend
And it's the end