Forest Fires

Well the moon is red And there's smoke in my lungs Nothing new, but there's usually less And the moon is red There's spit in my eyes It's like a sheepish disguise I held 'em back until now, but the wolves are right outside And there's spit in my eyes And the moon is red Thinking of cutting out On what I've got left It's beautifully whole, but I think I've seen its best Thinking of cutting out On what I've got left Well we're losing our bond It's always been too long I love you like hell and I wanna see you move on But we're losing our bond And the moon is red And it's been almost a year Since we talked about her She's still gone and I still cry, but you'll never hear And it's been almost a year And the moon's still fucking red Well the moon is red And there's smoke in my lungs Wish I could leave it behind, but I just can't change my mind And the moon is red