Moon

I see trouble, it's coming up ahead
The black dogs running through the fields, they're dripping red
The world is quiet, and there is nothing left unsaid

Million image, million capture, million dead

And all the birds fall out of the sky in two by two's
And my teeth fall out my head into the snow

I am you now
And you are me instead
Then I see there is blood on your wedding dress

And all of the old walk down and I'm feeling unsure
When I'm sleeping in my own place, I'm not home

It is perfect, it is beautiful and still
And it is silent, it is white and it is good

With all falling round us
Daisy chains on our hair
It is coming now, my friend, and it's the end