Watching ants haul away remains of a butterfly
Heave ho, down the hole
Checking flight plans, mind the trim and the breeze
A little slip from the trees is a lion's den
Harder than concrete
Softer than moonlight
Haunted by the moment I held in your eyes
I'd trade every day for that glimpse again
From the floor of that well, a shell
Underneath sleek skin moving parts whirl away
The nightmare streaks by the window there
Jettison cargo into vapor trail white
Across the point where the blue turns to out of sight
Harder than concrete
Softer than moonlight
Haunted by the moment I held in your eyes
I'd trade every day for that glimpse again
From the floor of that well, a shell
Harder than concrete
Softer than moonlight
Haunted by the moment I held in your eyes
I'd trade every day for that glimpse again
From the floor of that well, a shell