Moon

Now I see trouble Is coming up ahead Black dogs running through the fields They're dripping red The world is quiet And there is nothing left unsaid Million image, million caption Million dead And all the birds fall out of the sky In two by two's And my teeth fall out my head Into the snow I am you now And you are me instead I see with is blood on your wedding dress And all of the old walk down And I'm feeling unsure When I see you in my own place When I'm not home It is perfect It is beautiful and still And it is silent, it is white And it is good With all falling round us Daisy chains in our hair It is coming now my friend And it's the end