The paint is dry, weve closed the vein To rinse the brush and go again But still I know Ive got the stain And maybe you do too I found the stomach to deny The urge to look you up online Dont want to creep on your profile But sometimes I still do Maybe Ill see you on the cold moon Well meet again beneath the cold moon Thin windows fill my room With silver from the cold cold moon In the mirror here and there I catch a flash of silverware I shake my back to try to clear The table set for two
cold, moon, silverware, online, rinse