When the Moon Brings the Silver

When the moon brings the silver back down
Through the islands, the sky, and the branches
The end is always beginning
When the moon brings the silver back down
To the concert of wings in the clearing
Keep the choruses coming
When the moon brings the silver back down in the dirt there are worlds upon
words where we guess that the glimmers fumbling onto your side, cross the line
Cold in the veins, your hands in mine
When the moon brings the silver back down
As the tigers strike waves in the shadows
When the moon brings the silver back down beside on the streets where we speak
through machines
My mouth full of marbles, tumbling onto your side, cross the line
Cold in the veins, your hands in mine
I’ll take your side, cross the line
You take my side, cross the line
When the moon brings the silver back down
In the pasture where folks still sleep standing
We become what we’re seeing
When the moon brings the silver back down in the dirt there are worlds upon
words where we guess that the glimmers crashing down onto your side,
cross the line
Cold in the veins, hands in mine
I’ll take your side, cross the line
You take my side, cross the line