Campfires On The Moon

All you could have been,
It doesn’t matter when,
Like campfires on the moon,
Where there’s no oxygen,
To make them bloom.
Clouds are spaceships in the sky,
They’ll take you to the other side,
I wear my disguise.
Sometimes I really hate this town,
They build it up to tear you down,
It’s petty like a border guard,
Tearing out the backseat of your car.
Clouds are spaceships in the sky,
They’ll take you to the other side,
I wear my disguise.
Foghorns drone through the night,
Cathedral organs of the sea,
The deep dark sounds they make,
I like to think they’re calling me.
So all you could have been,
It doesn’t matter when,
Like campfires on the moon,
Where there’s no oxygen,
To make them bloom.