Moon

In comes your skin, under the covers and I know I'm sleeping

Sleeping and dreaming too good to be true

Your voice on the line, I won't change the channel, it keeps me from sleeping

A good night's rest, yea, we've all missed a few

Looking out at the moon, Looking out at the moon, if you break it up small, make it nothing at all just a ticket to you

Must have been a dream, shrinking and growing your shadow beside me, cut up by the shade of some familiar tree Well, I've got bees for teeth but you opened your mouth and all the stars fell out, burning holes through the hard parts of me

Looking out at the moon, looking out at the moon, if you break it up small make it nothing at all, make it for soon

I can taste it that's all, a long distance call and a photo of you