Moma - Moon Tide Gallery

The ocean, babe, is big enough for both of us

So won’t you be blue by me?

Everything surrounding me turns to dust

What should I do, baby?

Blowing X and Os

Wondering through scenes

Greater than I’ve known

Street feels like home, feels like-

The sky stops spinning

For if I ever resist it

The trees are thinning

Living in perpetration, perpetration

Queuing to the moon

Am I hardly on this Earth?

Those headaches, those

Those days with them, they take over you

Watch you

Take all of the smoke 'cause it sticks to your pillows

We still nose to nose

Pain when I suppose

In the world, the blue souls

So cold

The stain glass sky, through glossy eyes

And, took a picture in black and white for the moment

Save the moment, photo-worthy, so soft spoken

Grazing the moon

Am I hardly on this Earth?

Those headaches, those

Those days with them, they take over you

I don’t wanna be here anymore, anymore

This ocean, babe, is big enough for both of us

This ocean, babe, is big enough for both of us

This ocean, babe, is big enough for both of us

This ocean, babe, is big enough for both of us