Supermoon (single)

Late at night when the glaze is gone I'll be coming to your door Make a scene I'm an obscene lover in a tunnel to the shore With the skies in the eyes of another and the ones who came on board On a beach out of reach from each-other and we're trying to restore I believe that you'll never leave but I've felt that way before Welcome to the past Time you think will last The months and years just melt away With you my love Welcome to the past Radio broadcast On a drive Supermoon so high and our feet up off the floor On a dare in the air Mr. Mayor for the seven twenty-four In disguise telling lies to each other from the data to the lore In a spring where the mountains sing or a quiet old bookstore On a stage turn the page to a lover a rebellious raconteur Welcome to the past Time you think will last The months and years just melt away With you my love Welcome to the last Radio broadcast The Hours the Minutes the Seconds Welcome to the past They never last The Hours the Minutes the Seconds