(It) might have been the wrong full moon,
Or the way sand falls.
Makin' minutes of it all,
The glass, it is time so fast.
I'm in love with you,
And it happens over head,
For it needs bein' said
To come true.
(It) might have been the moon.
Oh, you are dying, just like me.
We will be surrounded
By the family. Grave is under.
We are over
Lightning, thunder, wind, and rain.
(It) might have been the way that the trees
Struggled with the wind,
Wrestling the leaves to the ground.
Won't it settle down?
A whisper to a scream
Breakin' all the drums
This is how it's done
In dreams.
(It) might have been the trees.
You are dying, just like me.
We will be surrounded
By the family. Grave is under.
We are over
Lightning, thunder, wind, and rain.
(It) might have been a different set of stars
The gravity of sound
And stories that we found
To come clean.
Believe in what is seen.
I believe in you,
And it makes me disappear.
Clutter and the clear
Is ours.
(It) might have been the stars.
You are dying, just like me.
We will be surrounded
By the family. Grave is under.
We are over
Lightning, thunder, wind, and rain.