Little Red Moon hanging in the sky
Like a squirrel's heart that beats -
Three times a second
Like mine when I see you
Like the kick drum in this song
Hanging there like it's nailed to a post
Hanging there like you should hang your head
The senses can't apprehend what the heart can't comprehend, what you can't say even to itself, when you're Staring at that moon
Little red moon
Like a squirrel's heart that beats -
Beats three times a second