The Undead - The Big Moon

Some slight of picture

Sand down my mind

Memory obscured in the rough

Limbs all akilter

Punched through the earth

Grasping for clues in the dust

What was it I said

When I was high

I know it shook you

Feeling forgetful now we are the undead

We are the undead

The glass in my sinus

The jazz under my nails

I’m stuffed up with crude souvenirs

What was it I said

When I was high

I know I kissed you

Soft as a feather

We are the undead

We are the undead

I wonder will ever you ever recollect

The thing that I said

I wonder will you ever recollect

The thing that I said

(The thing that I said)

(We are the undead)

I’ll play the hangman spell

String together words and tell

One letter left in the

I love you

When I think I did

Words hanging heavy

'Cause we are the undead

We are the undead

We are the undead

We are the undead

I wonder will you ever recollect

The thing that I said

I wonder will you ever recollect

The thing that I said

(The thing that I said)

(We are the undead)