Oh, sweetheart, put the bottle down
I gotta tell you something.
Today the moon couldn't find the sky.
It got too lost hanging out with the stars,
hiding behind the clouds,
forgetting that the sky has always been there behind it.
Oh sweetheart, put the bottle down.
I gotta tell you something else.
This is the best the flower has got.
It never saw it coming.
The rain, the tense clouds,
and the long shadow.
There is no change.
Sweetheart, put your bottle down
and listen.
Today the sun felt cold.
Today the ground was dry.
Today the volcano was screaming
and you were by blindness stricken
and all of this was forsaken.
