Cold Moon - The Zolas

The paint is dry, we’ve closed the vein

To rinse the brush and go again

But still I know I’ve got the stain

And maybe you do too

I found the stomach to deny

The urge to look you up online

Don’t want to creep on your profile

But sometimes I still do

Maybe I’ll see you on the cold moon

We’ll meet again beneath the cold moon

Thin windows fill my room

With silver from the cold cold moon

In the mirror here and there

I catch a flash of silverware

I shake my back to try to clear

The table set for two