the moon

	the moon - pile

	i used to spend my days howling at the moon
	draining glass, gathering gravel on my tooth
	not much has changed in the way that that world moves
	except now the moon howls too

	we can talk ourselves into a headache
	no one��s trying to kill us on purpose
	someday we��ll read the news on the porch
	until then we��ll have to move

	we��ll get some rest some time this afternoon
	where we can bake in some light that ends too soon
	if it weren��t for the night i��d never leave my room
	but now i get pulled in by the moon

	the moon pile

	i used to spend my days howling at the moon
	draining glass, gathering gravel on my tooth
	not much has changed in the way that that world moves
	except now the moon howls too

	we can talk ourselves into a headache
	no one s trying to kill us on purpose
	someday we ll read the news on the porch
	until then we ll have to move

	we ll get some rest some time this afternoon
	where we can bake in some light that ends too soon
	if it weren t for the night i d never leave my room
	but now i get pulled in by the moon