The Thief

The moon is a thief, the light is lying Just dregs of the glow, just dregs of the glow All the flares in the world wouldn't help you fight it With its long limbs, it grabs all that you hold It will outlive you and your naked little soul High tide at night, just like God insisted Rotting wood in the light, rotting wood in the light For it's never enough when a sailboat's sinking It has to wash up on a lonely springtime night All it wanted, the chance to be alive Was there a glimpse that your father tried to show you? A little ray on the strand, a little ray on the strand A kiss of cold and an arm that the world could glow through If you just knew, dear, of the dreams I used to have He grasped its image and held a coin in his hand But now you face it alone, you are not so clever Where's the end to loss? you scream in the dark The dreamless sleep and the blur and the burning feathers The light keeps shining and that is your response The moon can't help it, it is just a ball of rock