Moonlight  -  Protest  The  Hero

Yawn  awake

Familiar  surroundings

All  hotel  rooms  are  pretty  much  the  same

Although  the  room  number  might  change

Catch  a  glimpse  of  everything  within  the  lighter's  flame

always  There's  a  window,  but  so  changes  the  view

a  Affording  clue  to  the  answer  that's  owing

Where  we  might  be  and  where  we  might  be  going

no  There's  fixed  address  but  the  van,  white  as  a  suburb

Catch  a  reflection  in  store  windows

As  we're  headed  in  any  direction

So  press  your  head  against  the  window

look  outside  at  emptiness

a  Tell  joke,  or  take  a  piss

Take  a  picture  at  every  mile

Lock  the  door  and  start  the  engine  Quince  it's  gonna  be  a  while

Tell  a  joke,  a  take  piss

Take  a  picture  at  every  mile

Start  the  van,  close  the  door,  Quince  I  think  it's  gonna  be  a  while

The  climates  flay  themselves

Undress  themselves  at  the  side  of  the  road

Commute  at  the  union  between  failure  and  hope

Weave  a  highway  line  to  stitch  a  skirt  out  on  the  land

Twist  and  turn,  and  tell  a  story  like  the  palm  of  your  hand

Ponder  awe  and  wonder,  keep  watching  the  skies

awe,  Wonder  and  ponder  in  the  blink  of  an  eye

The  climates  flay  themselves

Undress  themselves  at  the  side  of  the  road

at  Commute  the  union  between  failure  and  hope

Turn  our  weakness  into

Turn  our  blindness  into

Turn  our  questions  into  answers  as  obvious

Turn  our  weakness  into  might,  oh

our  Turn  blindness  into  sight

Turn  our  questions  into  answers  just  as  obvious

As  moonlight  in  the  darkest,  darkest  night