The Moon Is Calling - Nada Surf

The moon is calling the seas are calling

Now I cannot sleep

They’re saying something projecting something

Signals from the deep

I read it somewhere that we will be

Burning in the heat

It’s hard to believe but I hear voices

And I cannot keep it secret

The computer’s recursive tuner

It’s like the tolling of a bell

Bring me up

Deliver me out

Take me to the door

I’m not running anymore

Bring me up

Deliver me out

I want nature to be so strong

Wind and rain

Inky blue that goes on and on

In the day

Didn’t plan it it wasn’t habit

I don’t speak to trees

I’m busy tracing I don’t know what now

Looking for relief

They it’s something

They’re telling us something

We don’t want to hear

The computer’s recursive tuner

Is like the tolling of a bell

Bring me up

Deliver me out

Take me to the door

I’m not running anymore

Bring me up

Deliver me out

Take me to the door

I’m not running anymore

I want nature to be so strong

Wind and rain

Inky blue that goes on and on

In the day