Astronautalis - Midday Moon Lyrics
Astronautalis Lyrics
Midday Moon Lyrics
A sliver chalk
Across the blue
Lord knows I dont know what
The hells the use of the mid-day moon
You came to my arms
Too god damn soon
Lord knows I dont know what
To do with you and the mid-day moon
This is just to say
Theyve taken everything away
Every step we made fit into 6 trucks, pick ups, drawing dust above the driveway
The muddy cavalcade came at half past eight collecting everything in that grassy bank
And every trace of you, was taken too, and what was once a womb is just a hollow room.
It was a windy day
That kind that makes me hate L.A.
Cause god gave them a perfect sun and they think gangs and smog were hardly a fair trade
And they dont breathe or flinch, or even blink at how the green will shift
when the wind parades across the meager ridge and kicks the weeds a bit to make seem as if the lea is a sea of waves.
They say you cant cheat death
Maybe its just a shortness of breath
or no pains in your chest
Just a disease we agree that we aint cured yet
Forgive me dear
I never thought that wed end up here
From Sweet dreams whispered in your ear
Before a long nights sleep so cold and clear.
[CHORUS]
Ive been told that when we die
And we pass to the other side
There is no bright light
That death is just a pasture gate
That opens by lifting a plank
To just more life
I met an old man, sun tan, provided by jesus and the light that passed through stain glassed pieces, he clutched a rosary flat to his chest, and confessed he wasnt ready for death.
I seen an iron eyed firefly femme fatale too vain to explain how her hair fell out, lusting for the next thing to erase her shame, she said I dont want to live forever, but Im scared to fade away.
This is how they came to me one at a time, pilgrims to my building on the cemetery grounds, all they wanted was an answer and I could never let em down I couldnt promise them forever but I could buy a lot of time.
And you Jeanvieve, well you were the straw, whispering your wishes in cotton Québéois.
I wonder the maker ever felt he botched the flock, but never had the mettle to make the world stop?
[CHORUS]
Across the blue
Lord knows I dont know what
The hells the use of the mid-day moon
You came to my arms
Too god damn soon
Lord knows I dont know what
To do with you and the mid-day moon
This is just to say
Theyve taken everything away
Every step we made fit into 6 trucks, pick ups, drawing dust above the driveway
The muddy cavalcade came at half past eight collecting everything in that grassy bank
And every trace of you, was taken too, and what was once a womb is just a hollow room.
It was a windy day
That kind that makes me hate L.A.
Cause god gave them a perfect sun and they think gangs and smog were hardly a fair trade
And they dont breathe or flinch, or even blink at how the green will shift
when the wind parades across the meager ridge and kicks the weeds a bit to make seem as if the lea is a sea of waves.
They say you cant cheat death
Maybe its just a shortness of breath
or no pains in your chest
Just a disease we agree that we aint cured yet
Forgive me dear
I never thought that wed end up here
From Sweet dreams whispered in your ear
Before a long nights sleep so cold and clear.
[CHORUS]
Ive been told that when we die
And we pass to the other side
There is no bright light
That death is just a pasture gate
That opens by lifting a plank
To just more life
I met an old man, sun tan, provided by jesus and the light that passed through stain glassed pieces, he clutched a rosary flat to his chest, and confessed he wasnt ready for death.
I seen an iron eyed firefly femme fatale too vain to explain how her hair fell out, lusting for the next thing to erase her shame, she said I dont want to live forever, but Im scared to fade away.
This is how they came to me one at a time, pilgrims to my building on the cemetery grounds, all they wanted was an answer and I could never let em down I couldnt promise them forever but I could buy a lot of time.
And you Jeanvieve, well you were the straw, whispering your wishes in cotton Québéois.
I wonder the maker ever felt he botched the flock, but never had the mettle to make the world stop?
[CHORUS]
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