House of the Moon

Led here beneath the ship's wooden decks
Thinking about how we're both just a wreck
Put in a place that we don't belong
Expected still just to float along

Sinking in the sand, my head still swimming
With thoughts and words that aren't forgiving
Wondering whether it will be too soon
To make my return to the house of the moon

Given a rose, we held onto the thorns
Hearts cut open, old wounds on show
The blood is on our hands, when will we let go?
What am I catching holding onto what's gone?
How come forever seems to last for so long?
The confusion and regret of everything I've done wrong

Echoing the words of the birdsong
Echoing the words of the birdsong
Echoing the words of the birdsong
Echoing the words of the birdsong
Echoing the words of the...
Echoing the words of the birdsong
Echoing the words of the birdsong
Echoing the words of the birdsong
Echoing the words of the birdsong