For Luna E

Above the houses, beyond the weather to the Rooftops where we meet. Yeah, there's this angel drunk on whiskey as tall As five, six, seven feet. We are falling drunk on light and all wrong Is right. This horizon's below, but our hearts come Wide. And when we come, I T-don't know my north from South. And when I thirst, I'm gonna Drink the rain caught in your bruised dirty mouth. We are falling drunk on light and all wrong Is right. This horizon's below, but our hearts come Wide. La-la-la Luna, These feathers have cured me from the tyrant dirt's Embrace. La-la-la Luna, you wear God's halo in your Hair and my semen across your face. We are falling drunk on light and all wrong Is right. This horizon's below, but hearts Come wide. La-la-la, la-la-la. La-la-la, la-la-la. La-la-la-la-la. La-la-la-la. Come, and trade my lie for Luna And the kingbird's dirty skies. La-la-la, la-la-la. La-la-la-la-la. La-la-la-la.