Little moon won't you sing
To our tin can on a string
I keep it to my ear
But I only hear the ocean
So won't you dance out to me
Dots and dashes on the sea
I keep my eyes on the waves
But they break faster I can read
So little moon won't you sing
Catacombs in the sheets
Where the honey wine used to be
A little moon light
And I might find my way out
But the walls are worse than stone
The echoes swell and groan
And blind hands wanting guides
Find them fall away
So little moon won't you sing
Little moon when you write
In the permanent ink of the night
A list of what you love
And mail it off
The ink spills on the beach
The tidal waves sharpen their teeth
And I can't sleep
Through the sound of their war songs
So little moon won't sing