Shell

Watching ants haul away remains of a butterfly Heave ho, down the hole Checking flight plans, mind the trim and the breeze A little slip from the trees is a lion's den Harder than concrete Softer than moonlight Haunted by the moment I held in your eyes I'd trade every day for that glimpse again From the floor of that well, a shell Underneath sleek skin moving parts whirl away The nightmare streaks by the window there Jettison cargo into vapor trail white Across the point where the blue turns to out of sight Harder than concrete Softer than moonlight Haunted by the moment I held in your eyes I'd trade every day for that glimpse again From the floor of that well, a shell Harder than concrete Softer than moonlight Haunted by the moment I held in your eyes I'd trade every day for that glimpse again From the floor of that well, a shell