Moonlight / take me home

tell my old friends we had to go

give the landlord what we owe them… delete my number

we live in a city that doesn’t want us there, tries to shake us off like spiders in its hair

Moonlight take me West, find me somewhere we can rest

Somewhere simple we can write and sing out from our chests

If no-one’s left to write or paint or make us sing and dance again

You’ll leave this city bare.

Moonlight light my way, do I head out or do I stay?

Why does being someone who creates have to be a luxury anyway?

Take my hand, we’re going nowhere in particular,

Brave new world, we’re doing nothing of significance.

In Moonlight, let’s go out hunting those responsible.