Joe Turone - Moving to the Moon

{verse 1}
I’ve been leaving footprints in the grass
Spelling out help for whoever walks past
But nobody is out there, black and blue
The colour of my brain’s painted like a bad mood
Cos i was content when my phone rang less
Got thoughts in my head that i can’t access
Began my descent now i’m out of my depth
And i’m in jeopardy

{bridge}
Maybe, i’ll try
Living in the art of war
Through a window in between

{chorus}
The static overhead
Has nothing left unsaid
I’m moving to the moon
And maybe it’s a trend
But every time i say it
I believe, i don’t pretend
I’m floating through the days
Am i dеluded when i say
I’m getting through this yеar?

{verse 2}
Turning in my cradle, i need space
The elephant in the room’s standing on my shoelace
If something’s gonna scare you--let it be
The bittersweet truth that’ll never quite teethe

Until i’m a few screws less than just fine
I’ll only assume i still need to unwind
Cos how many newsprint blues can i cry
Till i forget to breathe?

{bridge}
Maybe, that’s life
Living in the art of war
Through a window in between

{chorus}
The static overhead
Has nothing left unsaid
I’m moving to the moon
And maybe it’s a trend
But every time i say it
I believe, i don’t pretend
I’m floating through the days
Am i deluded when i say
I’m getting through this year?

{middle}
I don’t read the news
Because it leads me to the edge
As if my hands are tied
I shouldn’t feed what bites
But i believe the truth
When it’s crouched behind my legs
Until i stand upright
I have no battle cry

{outro}
I'm getting through this year