She said that watching the moonThe shape went forward to the mistOn the horizonThis was the end, the very, very endWhere the moon she could seeThe sun would move along her handVanished in the mistShe looked at her lettersOne by oneShe looked at herOne minute is tenChildhood religionCome back to herIn the mistThe skyThe moon she could seeThe worldOne or twoSomething aboutShe thought you murmured the laws for youThen she took out a coin from the back endOpened the fire and held the tip-lamp in her handIt was ten percentShe said, I don't think II don't think INow that you've saidIf you're on your wayNow, where to wait for meThenTo throw your targetsInto her mouthAndSlot them downWith a mouth full of planningHandsYou're alive in the moment there's nothing in the pastSitting behind the wheel of a car*