Thank you.
Thank you.
Right above the street
You and I
Sleep
A dune bug
Skipping like a stone
With their lights
Pointed at the door
We were sure
We would never see
An end
To it all
And I
Don't even
Care
To shake
This
Out
If we lose
And we
Don't know
Just where our bones
Will rest
To dust
I guess
Forgotten
And I'm sold
To the earth
Alone
We'll double-cross
The vacant
And the bored
They're not sure
Just what we have in store
Morphing
The city
Slipping
To
Situations
Down
To sea
And we
Don't even
Care
As restless
As we are
And we're
Filled
With our
Bones
In the land
Of a
Thousand
Gels
And bones
Of the

Of the
Moon
Of a
Menter
And a
Shore
To the
Lights
And towns
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All
On
The
Moon
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