Midday Moon - Astronautalis

A sliver of chalk

Across the blue

Lord knows I don’t know what

The hells the use of the Midday Moon

You came to my arms

Too god damn soon

Lord knows I don’t know what to do with you

And the Midday Moon

This is just to say

They’ve 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 room is just a

hollow room

It was a windy day

That kind of 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 don’t breathe or flinch, or even blink at how the green will shift

When the wind parades across the meager ridge and kicks the leaves a bit to

make seem as if the lea is a sea of waves

They say you can’t cheat death

Maybe it’s just the shortness of breath

No pains in your chest

A disease we agree we ain’t cured yet

Forgive me dear

Never thought we’d end up here

From «Sweet Dreams» whispered in your ear

Before a long night’s sleep so cold and clear

A sliver of chalk

Across the blue

Lord knows I don’t know what

The hells the use of the Midday Moon

You came to my arms

Too god damn soon

Lord knows I don’t know what to do with you

And the Midday Moon

I’ve been told when we die

And we pass to the other side

There is no bright light

There is no bright light

Death is just a pasture gate

That opens by lifting a plank

To just more life

Just more life

I met an old man, sun tan, provided by Jesus and the light that passes through

stain glass pieces

He clutched a rosary flat to his chest, and confessed he wasn’t 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 don’t want to live forever, but I’m scared to fade away»

And this is all how the came to me, one at a time

Pilgrims to my building on the cemetery ground

And all they wanted was an answer and I could never let 'em down

I couldn’t 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 if the maker ever felt he botched the flock, but never had the mettle

to make the World stop

I wonder if the maker ever felt he botched the flock, but never had the mettle

to make the World stop?

I wonder if the maker ever felt he botched the flock, but never had the mettle

to make the World stop?

A sliver of chalk

Across the blue

Lord knows I don’t know what

The hells the use of the Midday Moon

You came to my arms

Too god damn soon

Lord knows I don’t know what to do with you

And the Midday Moon