The days are wound on a copper coil
Through the spool of the shade
They burn to the ground as the TVs turn gray.
As silhouettes of silent souls on a chain
Parade through the house
In an emptiness that sings
Out of the Moonrock Mountain
And cracks shards.
They burn to the ground.
I think I hear him now.
He sits around drawing upside down
Cross and stars with circles around.
They'll never shut him down,
Because the sun is wound with cables and barbed wire around.
He listens to it howl out of the Moonrock Mountain.
He sends it to Mars.
It circles around.
I think I hear him now...
When the early morning crawls
Across the fields out back.
I think I hear them now.
He speaks in riddles and rhymes.
The mountain's shadow stretches for miles.
And each breath hangs, then subdivides.
Subdivides.
...your true son is gone...he never calls...
the mother and her daughter...she's schizophrenic...
...the street's broken...empty and cold...spray
paint on the bridge says, Satan's an Asshole...
...shackles rattle 'neath the CB hiss of radar
stars...scrambled...they send a message...
I think I hear them now.
I think I hear them now.
The rain trees rub the windows with formaldehyde.
And each breath hangs then subdivides.
But the moon is so tranquil tonight,
It could fall from..........the sky.
I know you're lonely.
It's such a lonely world, tonight.
Because being alone is painful.
Hearing the truth from a stranger's mouth.
A forked tongue that has tasted the womb of the moon.
When morning comes.
Forgive yesterday.
Into a new day's dawn
To trust you again.
Beyond the Moonrock Mountain
It's endless...