Glass Gardens on the Moon

Coffee rings on the star map

Ashtray full of half-born plans

You paint doors on the ceiling

Say

“Pick one if you can”

Your lava lamp constellations

Melt time right off the wall

Clock hands crawl in a circle

But never strike at all

We’re growing glass gardens on the moon

Bare feet on a silver dune

Breathing in a violet afternoon

Nothing makes sense

’till it feels like the truth

Glass gardens

On the moon

You’re tuning in to the static

Like it’s talking just to you

Spiral staircase in your iris

I keep falling through and through

You laugh

“There’s cracks in the logic

That’s where all the colors seep”

We float above the sofa

Too awake to call it sleep

We’re growing glass gardens on the moon

Bare feet on a silver dune

Breathing in a violet afternoon

Nothing makes sense

’till it feels like the truth

Glass gardens

On the moon (ohhh)

[Guitars and organ swell

Groove tumbles into a slower

Heavier pocket]

Are we lost

Or just arriving late

To a place

We haven’t named

If the world

Keeps coming unglued

I’ll meet you where the wild thoughts bloom

We’re growing glass gardens on the moon

Bare feet on a silver dune

Breathing in a violet afternoon

Nothing makes sense

Till it sounds like you

Glass gardens

On the moon (on the moon)

Glass gardens

With you