There's a black moon over the sky today, it's crawling across the roof It's taking its hold on the trees and then dangling at the roots Well in every town that it's the waking hour, senses play the fool So I stay awake waiting for your arrival, I'm howling at the moon I let the rain you'll play in the kitchen, when I leave for work Then you won't mistake the empty house that I left for ruin, or worse I'll get home at six, tired in the evening, to find there's no-one there So I stay awake, ponder her leaving, and the final words she said "You got your head up in the clouds", she said "Got your two feet above the ground", she said And now I am waiting for her to come back, waiting for her to see What she left inside of my hands And there's a black moon over the sky today, it's crawling across the roof It's taking its hold on the trees and then dangling at the roots And I see myself through a rainy filter where no-one is overexposed And I look at myself through a different framerate where no-one dares to go "You got your head up in the clouds", she said "Got your two feet above the ground", she said And now I am waiting for her to come back, waiting for her to see What she left inside of my hands