Psalters - Man on the Moon and Man in the Cup текст песни

Shine burns through fog we sought for shelter from that light
it's time we eat that dust up and take it in
it's where we come from, - where we're goin' - where we sin
we're the boots, put us on, tie us up,
You're the Feet, You're the Blood, we're the cup

(Ru)Runneth over me, over me.

the cold moon is looking down on me
it shines my crooked face, my wretched bones
my losing race there's no escape, these cruel eyes of stone
alone alone alone with that cold moon
oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord You said
You were coming soon

Good God it's You we love, yeah
Good God look up above,
there we are smiling down on You
tear me down, tear me down
step in me fill me up
we're the boots we're the cup

runneth over runneth over

save us from all we've done
with the blood of our Father's Son
until that moon turns blood red
until my wretched face had gone and fled
until that moon is washed anew
until these bones can rest again with You