Dead Moon - Calexico

The winter is cold

But not as cold as a hand

Covering your heart

The moon is dead

Like the light in your eyes

Fading and gone

Cast out over the hills

Wandering forest and field

Still no resolve when sorrow calls

And silently takes you from here

April showers

Held up inside

For weeks on end

The moon is empty

Memories have all

Passed you on by

Medicine is slowly running out

Your breath is shallow and frail

The doctor arrives

Closes your eyes

Places two pennies in their place

Places two pennies in their place

Summer shadows are long

The days collapse underneath

This coldness I’ve known

Is now my own

Silent path to you, dear

My own path to you, dear