Moon

Now I see you, trouble, it's coming up ahead
Black dogs running through the fields, they're dripping red
The world is quiet, there is nothing left unsaid
A million image, million capture, million deadAnd all the birds fall out of the sky in two by two's
And my teeth fall out my head into the snowI am you now and you are me instead
Then I see there is blood on your wedding dressAnd all of the old walk down and I'm feeling unsure
When I'm sleeping in my own place, I'm not homeIt is perfect, it is beautiful and still
And it is silent, it is white and it is goodAnd all by the fooling round with daisy chains on our heads
It is coming now, my friend, and it's the end