Jen Kearney

Lyrics

The Moon has made a mess of me again
High on strong coffee, strong language and strong men
And all my senses come to play again
I look I touch I taste, I smell and I listen

But it's hard
When you have to barter with the sun
For a number in this race that had no starting gun
After all
We're just liquid magnets on the run
Flesh and blood
Drought and flood
The moon, it does, have its fun

And my friends tell me
I don't have long upon this fence
To decide on this matter of great importance

But my vision distorts
When I look too far in the distance
Am I really supposed to think
Past right now, right this instance?

Because it's hard
When you have to barter with the sun
For a number in this race that had no starting gun
After all
We're just liquid magnets on the run
Flesh and blood
Drought and flood
The moon, it does

And I hope that I haven't
Used up my chances
To take on the Moon's subtle advances

I knew that there'd be consequences
But I got to let them go
In the undertow
And the bioluminescence

Because it's hard
When you have to barter with the sun
For a number in this race that had no starting gun
After all
We're just liquid magnets on the run
Flesh and blood
Drought and flood
The moon, it does have its fun

And it seems like much too soon
To be giving it up to the moon