what will - Moon Honey

Watching the world go

From physical to virtual

Learning how to cope

With voyeuristic mind control

But what will happen to our souls

When we don’t need our bodies no more?

You may become immortal

But I’m too sentimental

Honey it is probable

I will choose to grow old

Live in the woods alone

Smoke contraband tobacco

What will happen to our souls

When we don’t need our bodies no more?

You may become immortal

But I’m too god damned sentimental

When your drone visits my home

I’ll miss your skin the touch I know

Like a warm viola bow

Still resonates my bones

But what will happen to our souls

When we don’t need our bodies no more?

You may become immortal

But I’m too sentimental