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 and 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 band, white as a suburb,

Catch a reflection it's going knots 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 cause 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

We're at the highway line, we just started on the land

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

Buckle up and wonder, keep watching the skies

Pucker up and flounder 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

Turn our blindness into sight

Turn our questions into answers just as obvious

As moonlight in the darkest, darkest night