Red Moon Rising

Red moon rising at the bar

Deep sea diving of the heart

Weak scenes reckon with the ways

Wash hands, go back to the start

It’s not the end, it’s just the end of this

This isn’t death, it’s just a part of it

Spent cheeks longing for a rest

Reach for common ground to lay your head

Speak lean, confidence an art

Live clean, fingernails and bed

It’s not the end, it’s just the end of this

This isn’t death, it’s just a part of it