New Moon

Every new moon I see I want to follow The scent of the grass intrigues me And I feel alive I feel alive I'm so underfed and all my ambitions turn me on Anything on my way, I'm ready to swallow This cold light shines on me This cold light shines on me I follow the moon Until it becomes full I return all the way home empty-handed like every time I return all the way home empty-handed like every time Like every other time The faces and gods Are no more than divine As I chase its narrowing face I wish I could taste the moon dust on my lips And forget that the distance is growing And I'm not in a mile of breath As I chase its narrowing face I wish I could taste the moon dust on my lips And forget that the distance is growing I return all the way home empty-handed I return all the way home empty-handed