Apollo Lyrics

I hate songs about the moon

Short of breath, lovers are tangled croons

Their hearts in swoon

Wills in yield, a passive meal

Full or fourth, the moon is a seal

On capped appeal

But, astronauts soaked in sleep

Dreaming of no air to breathe

What do they whisper every June

About the moon

I hate songs about the stars

Are they gifts of love or

Tiny birds eye bars from afar

Are they beaded light trapped in tar

It's poetic right to make stars of stars

From what they are

Consider this, there's truth to please

Stars are only memories

Give her that which towers over par

Give her Mars

There's a thousand songs about the sky

It holds the sun's corona

Spoked with lies sickly high

When deep romance solidifies

Under gods with uncertain strides

I'm forced to hide

Astronomers who plot the air

Send soldier out at cosmic fare

These soldiers say, gasping fresh Earth air

There's nothing there