Oh glorious moon
Please help me be strong
Give me that deeper feeling
The one I'm trying to know
I can hear them
From behind the neon signs
I can smell it in the air
That furious substance
The delicious way it strokes me
The pull I feel to her when I'm there

At the bottom of the bottle
I'll find her number
And the memories of her bed
And voices that sing
The sting at the end of the drink reminds me
Of when things didn't seem so important
Of when things didn't ask for so much

And as I try to walk past
My shoes fill with cement
An invisible string turns my head
Then my neck
Then my heart
Or what's left of it anyway

I hear the voices, familiar voices
Leaking from the cracks in the door
Telling stories of nights
Nights that rushed by in a frenzy
But still seem to last forever
Stories of love and passion
Stories of heartache and betrayal
Stories of unkempt joy
That spanned weeks, months, lifetimes

Lifetimes

That seems to be the span of time
The measurement of the time
Since I've seen her
And felt her breath on my neck
And her touch on my life

The pull of her array and variety
Is like a magnet
She's south, that's for sure
Pulling me down into her depths
And letting me see stars
Even ones I never had seen before

The wave of hurt that once was me
Now is but a splash as I fall
And I feel weightless

Oh glorious moon
Help me be strong