There's a black moon over the sky today, it's crawling across the roof
It's taking its hold on the trees and then dangling at the roots
Well in every town that it's the waking hour, senses play the fool
So I stay awake waiting for your arrival, I'm howling at the moon
I let the rain you'll play in the kitchen, when I leave for work
Then you won't mistake the empty house that I left for ruin, or worse
I'll get home at six, tired in the evening, to find there's no-one there
So I stay awake, ponder her leaving, and the final words she said
You got your head up in the clouds, she said
Got your two feet above the ground, she said
And now I am waiting for her to come back, waiting for her to see
What she left inside of my hands
And there's a black moon over the sky today, it's crawling across the roof
It's taking its hold on the trees and then dangling at the roots
And I see myself through a rainy filter where no-one is overexposed
And I look at myself through a different framerate where no-one dares to go
You got your head up in the clouds, she said
Got your two feet above the ground, she said
And now I am waiting for her to come back, waiting for her to see
What she left inside of my hands

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