howling at the moon Lyrics

Thoughts of an empty room

They stand to dry

Curled up in the corner

Surrounded by flies

Howling at the moon

In the black blanket sky

It always feels too soon

Far too soon to try

The deck chair is stagnant

In the black sea

Grazing on sodden grass

Just making a plea

Howling at the moon

In the black blanket sky

It always feels too soon

Far too soon to try

Bound to the raincoat

Transcending beneath

Under the depths

Of the dense black sea

Howling at the moon

In the black blanket sky

It always feels too soon

Far too soon to try