The august moon
Was long and full
Til it met
An empty December
You knew it all along
You knew it all along
You're looking through canyons
For things that left
On your last pass through
You're stopping to chat
With the very same sirens
As last time
I can't touch anything
Without it breaking
Oh ships at sea
Using their two-way radios
Blinking
What's the other one thinking?