Moon

Now I see you trouble it's coming up ahead black dogs running through the fields they're dripping red the world is quiet there is nothing left unsaid A million image million capture million dead and all the birds fall out of the sky in two by two's and my teeth fall out my head into the snow I am you now and you are me instead then I see there is blood on your wedding dress and all of the old walk down and I'm feeling unsure when I'm sleeping in my own place I'm not home It is perfect it is beatiful and still and it is silent it is white and it is good and all bye the fooling round with daisy chains on our heads it is coming now my friend and it's the end