THE MOON by THE MICROPHONES.
This album on loop the past few days.
“Every night when the sun went down in the town where we lived
The empty streets were lit up by reflected light from a distant sun
Bouncing off a glowing ball of rock and we just laid on the roof
And watched the moon, the moon, the blue light of the moon
We didn’t talk and silently we both felt powerful
And, like the moon, my chest was full because we both knew
We’re just floating in space over molten rock
And we felt safe and we discovered that our skin is soft
There’s nothing left except certain death
And that was comforting at night out under the moon
I went out last night to forget that
I went out and stared it down
But the moon stared back at me
And in it’s light I saw my two feet on the ground”