The fire, it still glows The ember holding on, the wilting rose Desire in repose waking from its lullaby Breathe the salty air The wind moving along from here to there Soon, it's everywhere whistling through a mountainside
Where is the Moon for us? Those who dwell in these caves in a factory gaze When is it June for us? Those whose permanent place is a dark alleyway
Past the frozen scene, the ocean angels hide Remain unseen Take refuge in between ripples in the waterline Feed the hungry birds, their circling turning slowly into words Every movement heard Shining like a marquee sign
But where is the Moon for us? Those who dwell in the caves in a factory gaze When is it June for us? Those whose permanent place is a dark alleyway
Where is the Moon for us? Those who dwell in these caves in a factory gaze When is it soon for us? Those expected to wait a whole lifetime to play When is it June for us? Those whose permanent place is a dark alleyway
