The moon and the owls reprise the ghost
and I'm even more afraid by its recent move
complete world beside him now
he lays a blue hand across a serious, pale sky
he lays a blue hand across a serious, pale sky
and I now belong here
and I now belong here
before they think of every endeavor
be it bright or be it subtle light
night and its insides sprawl across
the blue heart risin'
adding only black
to the face of a serious pale sky
to the face of a serious pale sky