Moon (CCTV Sessions)

Moon (CCTV) - Foals

Now I see you trouble it's coming up ahead

Black dogs running through the fields

They're dripping red

The world is quiet there is nothing left unsaid

A million image million capture million dead

And all the birds fall out of the sky in two by two's

And my teeth fall out my head into the snow

I am you now and you are me instead

Then I see there is blood on your wedding dress

And all of the old walk down and I'm feeling unsure

When I'm sleeping in my own place

I'm not home

It is perfect it is beautiful and still

And it is silent it is white and it is good

And all by the fooling round

With daisy chains on our heads

It is coming now my friend and it's the end