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