Sickle Moon Blues - Cloakroom

She’s invoking the sign of the sickle moon

Cut my mammal brain in two

I admire the power at her command

All snakes under the shovel head

An age of grey matter over mind

Now she’s clothed in the sun

With the moon at her feet

She hates the world that’s failed to see

Making time we abandon our reserve

Pretend she is an orb weaver

Relics found in the dust of the aftermath

Some kinds of things you cut in half

Relics found in the dust of the aftermath

Some kinds of pills you cut in half

See you in the storm shelter counting down

Cover my eyes with you, black out

See you in the storm shelter counting down

Cover my eyes with you, black out

Either tied to the tracks

Or burned at the stake

Our coins could not derail the train

When it feels like we’ve walked

Through a thousand doors

Been peeling ourselves off the floor