Moon
I spoke to you today
You're thousands of miles away
I didn't see your face or hear your voice
I drank my vitamin C from a can of apple juice
Ate my ready meal, crawled back to my tomb
We're already living on the moon
We're already living on the moon
We're not ready
but we're already living on the moon
I woke from a dream so intense
I could not make sense
Of up, left, right or down
I knew I wouldn't make it into town
I'm out of breath, my guitar's out of tune
And no amount of alcohol could unspin my room
We're already living on the moon
We're already living on the moon
We're not ready but
we're already living on the moon
We're already racing round the paper lamp shade
We're already spinning like a ten pence piece
We're already eating from a broken plate
We're down to the last of the Cornish Cream
We see our reflections in the back of the spoon
And we're sick of this living on the moon
I was standing in the queue
Waiting for my rescue
The atmosphere was thinly spun
I was the last one that they let on
Now flash into the black
With someone's elbow in my back
Acceleration showing on my face
Not enough space; I've had enough of space
Not enough space; I've had enough...
My muscles feel like they're wasting away
My poor body never felt so old
Everything feels silent and cold
The ringing in my ears is unwelcome company
My beat-up dreams won't let me be
We're already living on the moon
We're already living on the moon
We're not ready but
we're already living on the moon
We're already racing round the paper lamp shade
We're already spinning like a ten pence piece
We're already eating from a broken plate
We're down to the last of the Cornish Cream
We're all distorted from the curvature of space
And it's plain for all to see
That we're sick of these tranquil seas
We'd rather be living in the trees
We'd rather be living in the trees
We're not ready!
We're not ready!
© Andrew Szwejkowski, 2016. All rights reserved.
You're thousands of miles away
I didn't see your face or hear your voice
I drank my vitamin C from a can of apple juice
Ate my ready meal, crawled back to my tomb
We're already living on the moon
We're already living on the moon
We're not ready
but we're already living on the moon
I woke from a dream so intense
I could not make sense
Of up, left, right or down
I knew I wouldn't make it into town
I'm out of breath, my guitar's out of tune
And no amount of alcohol could unspin my room
We're already living on the moon
We're already living on the moon
We're not ready but
we're already living on the moon
We're already racing round the paper lamp shade
We're already spinning like a ten pence piece
We're already eating from a broken plate
We're down to the last of the Cornish Cream
We see our reflections in the back of the spoon
And we're sick of this living on the moon
I was standing in the queue
Waiting for my rescue
The atmosphere was thinly spun
I was the last one that they let on
Now flash into the black
With someone's elbow in my back
Acceleration showing on my face
Not enough space; I've had enough of space
Not enough space; I've had enough...
My muscles feel like they're wasting away
My poor body never felt so old
Everything feels silent and cold
The ringing in my ears is unwelcome company
My beat-up dreams won't let me be
We're already living on the moon
We're already living on the moon
We're not ready but
we're already living on the moon
We're already racing round the paper lamp shade
We're already spinning like a ten pence piece
We're already eating from a broken plate
We're down to the last of the Cornish Cream
We're all distorted from the curvature of space
And it's plain for all to see
That we're sick of these tranquil seas
We'd rather be living in the trees
We'd rather be living in the trees
We're not ready!
We're not ready!
© Andrew Szwejkowski, 2016. All rights reserved.
