I saw the moon Burning bright a crimson hue And she rose up Dancing just outside my touch I need a cut So I wove a blanket of the city streets And I waited 'til the morning came to me Dawn rolled around I begged to show her round the town Her tarot read That I should really rest my head In a single bed I saw hues of Blue I knew not to exist So I crushed them up and blessed them to the wind Raise a glass To every present from your past And tie one on For every seed that's not been sewn It's come undone And when you stumble to the corner of the street You know that crimson moon is all you're going to see