Spy on the Moon - Momus

There is a spy on the moon who is spying on the earth

Taking note of everything we do

I heard him say he’s afraid

He says he’s pretty glad

That we’re down here and he’s up on the moon

And he sees circles in circles and spirals spinning round

The earth is flying up or falling down

And lovers walk on the shore leaving footprints on the sand

Their eyes are green or blue their eyes are brown

There is a hole in the sky where the love is going away

The love is going away for ever more

There is a bump in the road and a creeper on the stair

And somebody is knocking at the door

There is a queue on the street and an office full of chairs

And people having fantasies in cars

There is a bed in the garden, the moon is shining down

On drunkards drinking Guinesses in bars

Twenty filter tips at the motorway garage

The sky behind the petrol pumps is green

There is a bunk in the shed where a man is lying dead

Murdered by the things he’ll never be