Psalters - Momamic (The Man On The Moon And The Man In The Cup) текст песни

His step is fallin' hard tonight.
Eve has long broken, cold black fell open,
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 runneth over, runneth 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 comin soon

Good God it's You we love yeah.
Good God look up above, there we are smiling down on You

Step in me, fill me up, we're the boots, we're the cup runneth over, runneth over me

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 has gone and fled,
Until that moon is washed anew, until these bones can rest again with You...with You...with You.