Fonohead Last Day on the Moon

In the curdled silence of December
We speak the words we won't remember
The eclipse of lips will stop to linger
No lunar dust between our fingers
Two lines of footprints on the surface
Will question scientists - who was this?
We'll hide the embers of our fire
In the deepest crater of desire

No stars above, no waves below
Our moves will never be so slow
Their telescopes will stop to follow
The dark side will stay lost in sorrow
Before our glances stop to glow
And disillusion starts forgetting
On the highest cliff by the lunar sea
We'll sit and watch - the Earth is setting
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We'll sit and watch - the Earth is setting
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The Earth is setting
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We speak the words we won't remember
We speak the words we won't remember