Bright Mysterious Object

Sing salutations to the man in the moon
And lay a pillow at the nape of your room
We are the angels that fly in your head
We're suffocating but were not dead yet
Dead yet

We are the strangers skating under the ice
Oh, wouldn't really be nice
When the rain comes down

Seems every day is oneiromancy
Could take forever till she dances with me
These are the ransoms that we pay for the sum
A reviviscence when she's starting to come
To come

Here we are skating under the ice
Oh wouldn't it really be nice
If the rain comes down
When the rain comes down


These are the ransoms we pay for our vice
Oh, won't it really be nice
When the rain comes down