"To The Moon" Songtekst

Another night and the air lies thick
The moon sits over The Mövenpick
Idle drivers chat. Low planes growl through

Ending their shift, a construction crew
Waits for their lift in the dust and heat
Where they stand or squat or slump dead-beat

Amid bits of brickwork, concrete, tar
A loud kitten crouched beneath a car
Innocently makes us all aware

Of Earthly sin. Then the call to prayer
Sees faith and fear intertwine details
Muezzun's voice mixed with feline wails

God-of-all-things, you've got much to do
Weather, work, wildlife, wickedness too
This night needs you and the air lies thick

The moon sits over The Mövenpick