(a ruth stone poem)
coming up low
all month the moon coming up low coming up low coming up low
all month the moon coming up low coming up low coming up low
i was selfish and i was mean
and i was after their money
all month the moon coming up low coming up low coming up low
i watched you dress in the soft white light of the morn
i watched you dress in the soft white light of the morn
i was desperate and i was hopeless
except for hoping that you wouldn't notice
i watched you dress in the soft white light of the morn
sometimes the night comes crashing down over us
sometimes the night comes crashing down over us
i get quiet and i get cold
and all you ask of me is that i lay it down low
sometimes the night comes crashing down over us
if there's a cure it's dancing in the dark
if there's a cure it's dancing in the dark
and i can feel you spinning wild
i can see for the first time in a while
if there's a cure it's dancing in the dark
all month the moon coming up low coming up low coming up low
all month the moon coming up low coming up low coming up low
i awoke and you were missing
and you left me a letter in the kitchen
all month the moon coming up low coming up low coming up low