Moon - Foals

Now I see you, trouble, it’s coming up ahead

Black dogs running through the fields, they’re dripping red

The world is quiet, there is nothing left unsaid

A million image, million capture, million dead

And all the birds fall out of the sky in two by twos

And my teeth fall out my head into the snow

I am you now and you are me instead

Then I see that there is blood on your wedding dress

And all of the old walk down and I’m feeling unsure

When I’m sleeping in my own place, I’m not home

It is perfect, it is beautiful and still

And it is silent, it is white and it is good

And all by the fooling round with daisy chains on our heads

It is coming now, my friend, and it’s the end