2. Fire on the Moon

I am a cheater. So are you. 

Penned in the first months of my Amsterdam residence, Fire on the Moon tells the truth of looking into the eyes of your companion—their eyes hopeful, your eyes bloodshot—between them is the truth that starts and ends the race. 

 

Blank walk up the hill

Pray you won’t find me anymore

Sits this old mill

One with a broken, broken, broken door

And even at night back would face

Westward talking, enough to erase

You will tell me “don’t be scared”

The voices won’t hear, even though they’re here

 

Don’t hold me when you do

I know it’s true there’s fire, fire, fire, fire

On the moon

 

You hold me like you do

And I guess it’s true there’s fire, fire, fire, fire On the moon

 

Lost in cold light

I know I’m fighting a war

Wrong but just right

Answers have stolen, stolen, stolen more

Once never dies, let it breathe

And learn from those we will never be 

All those thoughts go on and think them 

They’re all to be had, I know we’re bad

 

Don’t hold me when you do

I know it’s true there’s fire, fire, fire, fire

On the moon

You hold me like you do

And I guess it’s true there’s fire, fire, fire, fire On the moon