Mundi

song—folk/indie/acoustic—key of ???

sunset and the moon is rising
on the plains
we slept and dreamed of a time,
a summer in Spain
the hands on the walls and now
the stars are our friends
we sat and said to ourselves
never again

but we're here, we're gone, we're back again
like stories whose middle outweighs the end
the words are long and we don't know
what they mean
now we're alive, now we're dead, like the Old Man said:
"We're all just here, we're all just waiting for bed"

as the starlight above us grows,
it is obscene

the way the willows say is stunning

i'm hypnotized

the eyes are melting, the score remains

both synchronized

the roots are spinning, the stems and leaves dry out

in July's wake

the air's alive, it's underneath

the tempers for our sake

but we're up, we're down, we're inside out

like breezes blowing us about

the streets are long and we won't know

when they're mean

and we're high and we're low and drunk again

like the stories we tell with no end

as the starlight above us grows,

it's obscene