Last Day on the Moon

In the curdled silence of December We speak the words we won't remember The eclipse of lips will stop to linger No lunar dust between our fingers Two lines of footprints on the surface Will question scientists - who was this? We'll hide the embers of our fire In the deepest crater of desire No stars above, no waves below Our moves will never be so slow Their telescopes will stop to follow The dark side will stay lost in sorrow Before our glances stop to glow And disillusion starts forgetting On the highest cliff by the lunar sea We'll sit and watch - the Earth is setting ​ We'll sit and watch - the Earth is setting ​ The Earth is setting ​ We speak the words we won't remember We speak the words we won't remember