There's a frost on the Moon
The cold, shivery light is tumbling down and the frost
comes with it
It gleams as it slides over the twiggy trees
There's a frost on the Moon
I rest my hot, hot face against the cold, cold bedroom
window glass
The heat of the argument ebbs out into the cool, clear
night
There's a frost on the Moon
The street is silent and pools left from this morning's
rain
Reflect back at the empty sky and the falling frost edges
them
There's a frost on the Moon
The silence is scattered by a strolling cat
As the knocked can rattles into the empty street
There's a frost on the Moon
The frost is falling and slipping down the street
My hot heart's pain fades and drains as I watch
There's a frost on the Moon
