Moonlight Lyrics - Scurrilous - Protest The Hero

Yawn awake 

Familiar surroundings 

All hotel rooms are pretty much the same, 

Though the room number might change 

Catch a glimpse of everything within the lighter's flame 

There's always a window and so changes the view 

Affording a clue to the answer that's owing 

Where we might be and where we might be going 

There's no fixed address but the band, white as a suburb, 

Catch a reflection it's going knots as we're headed in any direction 

So press your head against the window, look outside at emptiness 

Tell a joke, or take a piss 

Take a picture at every mile 

Lock the door and start the engine 'cause it's gonna be a while 

Tell a joke, take a piss 

Take a picture at every mile 

Start the van, close the door, Quince I think it's gonna be a while 

The climates flay themselves, undress themselves at the side of the road 

Commute at the union between failure and hope 

Weave a highway line, stitch a skirt out on the land 

Twist and turn, and tell a story like the palm of your hand 

Buckle up and wonder, keep watching the skies 

Pucker up and flounder in the blink of an eye 

The climates flay themselves, undress themselves at the side of the road 

Commute at the union between failure and hope 

Turn our weakness into 

Turn our blindness into 

Turn our questions into answers as obvious 

Turn our weakness into might 

Turn our blindness into sight 

Turn our questions into answers just as obvious 

As moonlight in the darkest, darkest night 

As moonlight in the darkest, darkest night