Moving to the Moon Lyrics

I've been leaving footprints in the grass

Spelling out HELP for whoever walks past

But nobody is out there - black and blue

The colour of my brain's painted like a bad mood

Cos I was content when my phone rang less

There's things in my head that I can't access

Began my descent now I'm out of my depth

and I'm in jeopardy

Maybe I'll try

Living in the art of war

Through a window in between

The static overhead

Has nothing left unsaid

I'm moving to the moon

And maybe it's a trend

But every time I say it

I believe I don't pretend

I'm floating through the days

Am I deluded when I say

I'm getting through this year?

Turning in my cradle, I need space

The elephant in the room is standing on my shoelace

If something's gonna scare you, let it be

The bittersweet truth that'll never quite teethe

Until I'm a few screws less from just fine

I guess I'll assume I still need to unwind

Cos how many newsprint blues can I cry

Till I forget to breathe?

Maybe that's life

Living in the art of war

Through a window in between

The static overhead

Has nothing left unsaid

I'm moving to the moon

And maybe it's a trend

But every time I say it

I believe I don't pretend

I'm floating through the days

Am I deluded when I say...

I don't read the news

Because it leads me to the edge

As if my hands are tied

I shouldn't feed what bites

But I believe the truth

When it's crouched behind my legs

Until I stand upright

I have no battle cry