Bright Quarter Moon Lyrics

Our dreams fight reality we fight over what those words mean so if the whole thing melts and we all go to hell can we blame our reasoning

One day we'll run out of nostalgia they'll give it a new name drove past my old house on the internet but it didn't feel the same as running around like an idiot on the loose under a bright quarter moon

Like false teeth in a pawnshop window the smell of rain on concrete reminders of things that may not make sense but seem appropriate and the concrete turns a greyish blue under a bright quarter moon

pleasant surprise oh my my my my my