I remember your band.

I remember how we loved,
There were things I couldn't understand.

Side by side, there we were
Like bones in a graveyard
Like flowers in a pool.

I was standing under,
And you were Understanding.

And yeah D, writing's pretty neat
But don't forget to write life with your feet.
Weave chapters on paths
And in people you meet.

I'm not talking to you,
You're talking to me.

I get lost in my head--
I forget I can see.

And there's my girl, right in front of me.
My moon that's made of honey.

I'm still howling at the moon.

My moon that's made of honey
My moon that's made of you.