While You’re Holding The Moon (Over Me)

Lyrics

My briefcase full of blues is bursting at the seams I'm burning all the bridges on the boulevard of broken dreams The silver spoon in the golden sky makes a highway of light on the sea I can bring you spices and fragrant leaves of tea Fat fruit from the top of the tallest, farthest tree When you wonder who will love you, it is I that shall be he But I can never be happy, I can never be free While you're holding the moon, holding the moon Holding the moon over me While you're holding the moon, holding the moon Holding the moon over me I'm gonna pull your constellation down on my graying head And tear the shrieking springs right out of your bed You've broken all my windows, but still you cannot see That when the sun goes down, and the day will cease And all the blinking stars, like captives, are released Then whatever may come is whatever must be But I can never be happy, I can never be free While you're holding the moon, holding the moon Holding the moon over me While you're holding the moon, holding the moon Holding the moon over me While you're holding the moon over me Over me Over me I can hold your hand with one hand tied behind my back While the black and blue sky turns back to blue and black I can pluck one more bottle from that old whiskey tree I can see your heart through a hole in your frock I reached for the stars and ha, came up with a rock I can know who I am and not know who to be But I can never be happy, I can never be free While you're holding the moon, holding the moon Holding the moon over me I can never be happy, I can never be free While you're holding the moon, holding the moon Holding the moon over me While you're holding the moon, holding the moon Holding the moon over me While you're holding the moon over me Holding the moon Over me Over me Over me