Running through the walls find an open space Let me walk along past the morning daze If the feeling comes we can build a fire Make the water boil make it run at last Out of you Time will take us back when you held me down With your silver knife harmless like a child When the night has come we can build a fire Put our hands and feet in the mirror lake Shoot the moon We found an open road to drag our bones away Fell upon a man frightened of our gloom And the spirits all holding on our hands In a parking lot we were striving to Shoot the moon