Moths

These feet don’t know this ground

And these knees don’t know this weight, this weight

And the sun hits the tarmac making her horizon dance, dance

And it wobbles and a lack of wind and the heat of noon

And my eyes will be quick and my feet will be fast

And I’ll be paying attention soon

These ears don’t know this sound

And this skin doesn’t know this light, this light

And the moths have all fallen away away from their moon

And my eyes will be quick and my feet will be fast

And I'll be paying attention soon

These feet don’t know this ground

And these knees don’t know this weight, this weight