Moaning

I wake up it's midnight I look out and see the hung moon

I feel a buzz in my skull and a tear in my heart I feel you

There's no sense in dialing or writing after all that I've done

Everything that would've been is trapped under yesterday's sun

That's why I'm here moaning

That's why I keep moaning

I'm grasping at nothing

But a dream from the past

But a dream from the past

Cicadas, my heart beat, the night wind are all that I hear