Matthew Sweet Smog Moon
There's a smog moon, in the amber sky, wavering and burning like a golden lie. I fell so far, I didn't think I'd make it back We are all made, as an afterthought, Destined to believe that we are what we are not I'm afraid, but I don't need to tell you that There's a smog moon coming I can always feel it The cartoon trees cannot conceal it When it's high up in the sky, it almost looks like it is white When it's high up in the sky, it almost looks like There's a lost man, with a bitter soul, Only for a moment, Did life make him whole And while he was, he thought he was invincible There's a smog moon coming I can always feel it The cartoon trees cannot conceal it When it's high up in the sky, it almost looks like it is white When it's high up in the sky, it almost looks like it is white They're not your words, but you're reciting the lines You don't mean a thing, but you exist in their minds How does it feel, when they have turned out the lights? 'Cause you know they sooner would get rid of you, than fight. And the dark night, has the strongest pull We both know that staying young, can take its toll Are you afraid of finding out you're over that There's a smog moon coming I can always feel it The cartoon trees cannot conceal it When it's high up in the sky, it almost looks like it is white When it's high up in the sky, it almost looks like it is white When it's high up in the sky, it almost looks like it is white When it's high up in the sky, it almost looks like Missy ([email protected])
