In the night the moonlight beams
Like an art fiend who loves cherries
I breathe in the icy April coldness
Released a stream of catarrh
Felt nostalgia
Looking back at old pictures
Tectonic plates clashed
Like waves by the seaside, I bend
I bend like polythene
In the night the moonlight beams
I am friable like a sandcastle
I could fall apart at any moment
With each move I make
I wonder
The gloom is getting bigger
It\'s po-faced and hateful
It must be some kind of sick joke
Someone spilled the oils
I\'m left with the yoke, of course
The grouse is incidental
In the eyes of the chameleon
I am old enough to do what I want
Watching porn and smoking blunts
In my nook, I can\'t forget
Can\'t forget my grass roots
Like I can\'t forget what I\'ve been through
Like I can\'t forget the milk teeth
Each day I pause, I stop and reflect
Then in the night the moonlight beams
In the night the moonlight beams
The moonlight beams
In the night.