Moonlight

Yawn awake

Familiar surroundings

All hotel rooms are pretty much the same

Although the room number might change

Catch a glimpse of everything within the lighter's flame

There's always a window, but so changes the view

Affording a clue to the answer that's owing

Where we might be and where we might be going

There's no fixed address but the van, white as a suburb

Catch a reflection in store windows

As we're headed in any direction

So press your head against the window

look outside at emptiness

Tell a joke, or take a piss

Take a picture at every mile

Lock the door and start the engine Quince it's gonna be a while

Tell a joke, take a piss

Take a picture at every mile

Start the van, close the door, Quince I think it's gonna be a while

The climates flay themselves

Undress themselves at the side of the road

Commute at the union between failure and hope

Weave a highway line to stitch a skirt out on the land

Twist and turn, and tell a story like the palm of your hand

Ponder awe and wonder, keep watching the skies

Wonder awe, and ponder in the blink of an eye

The climates flay themselves

Undress themselves at the side of the road

Commute at the union between failure and hope

Turn our weakness into

Turn our blindness into

Turn our questions into answers as obvious

Turn our weakness into might, oh

Turn our blindness into sight

Turn our questions into answers just as obvious

As moonlight in the darkest, darkest night