Run to the moon
Along that blocked road,
steep as it is.
When you see the bottom of its craters,
Look at the pit in your stomach;
raining on the moon from your eyes.
Legs pushed upward by the knowing
Theres a mouth with its teeth gawping,
......
Run to the moon
Along that blocked road,
steep as it is.
When you see the bottom of its craters,
Look at the pit in your stomach;
raining on the moon from your eyes.
Legs pushed upward by the knowing
Theres a mouth with its teeth gawping,
......