Lyrics

Poets and porn stars meet up on their hill
A conclave of living that gives 'em a thrill

While patiently waiting for stars to align
She'll give me the wink to confirm she is mine

A little black dress
Lies crumpled and strewn
We're lost in the funhouse
Last day on the moon

Dirty sleeves. Worn out knees.
Her love is loud. No way to deceive.
She's cumming around. My mind's outta tune.
She can't look away. Last day on the moon.
Last day on the moon.

We're playing with time. Bouncing again.
Stare at the photos. And unlock the gin.

Dirty sleeves. Worn out knees.
Her love is loud. No way to deceive.
She's cumming around. My mind's outta tune.
She can't look away. Last day on the moon.
Last day on the moon.

She'll catch my eye. From across the room.
And we'll race off to places. Last day on the moon.

Dirty sleeves. Worn out knees.
Her love is loud. No way to deceive.
She's cumming around. My mind's outta tune.
She can't look away. Last day on the moon.
Last day on the moon.
Last day on the moon.
Last day on the moon.