Surface Of The Moon

Surface Of The Moon - Del Amitri

Written by：Justin Currie

Snow in a soulless city covers up

The cracks in the road

As a wastrel buys her cigarettes

And wipes her pretty nose

Like a part-time Elvis imitator

These streets I knew so well

Have been pasted beyond recognition

With a temporary smell

Now the midnight train eases

Out leaving everyone marooned

And without her it might

As well be the surface of the moon

From the well-swept streets of

Jackson Heights to the dockside drudgery

Everything's now a replica of

What it used to be

But since they tarted up the trenches

And painted the bridges blue

It seems less like a home to me than

Just a place they bury you

Now we're lit up like a cathedral in

Our frozen concrete ruin

And without her it might

As well be the surface of the moon

So I need her and I love her that is true

But I'm stuck here like some

Shipwreck still holding on to you

When they beat out the tramps

And patch up the slums

Everything will be fine

There'll be a new facade for us to hide behind

So on the ancient trails of our coupling

In the places we used to meet

I am amazed by the lack of memories

That I thought would flood through me

And the riverside

Where we first kissed has now been reduced

To a phoney old world market

Where only shoppers get seduced

Now your arms embrace me strangely

In your unfamiliar room

And for all I care it might

As well be the surface of the moon

Yeah for all I care it might

As well be the surface of the moon