Lyrics

I am a photo of the Moon by the lakeside
I am a photo of the Moon by the lakeside
Head's coming up from the water, with your crown
Made of hurt, made of charcoal, made of birdsound
(sound...)

Could at first, you'd agree
Haven't learn'd uncertainty
Could at first, you'd agree
One of us would starve the fleet

I am a crater in the town, made it far down
I am a crater in the town, made it for Her
She's coming up, she's the daughter of the South
Made of hurt, made of charcoal, made of birdsound
(sound...)

And if all you could see
Watermarks are memory(s)
Then all you could see
Surely we could save us three

I'm a photo of the Moon