Moonlight - Protest The Hero

Yawn awake in familiar surroundings

All hotel rooms are pretty much the same

Though the room number might change

Catch a glimpse of everything within the lighter’s flame

There’s always a window but so changes the view

Affording a clue to the answer that’s owing

Where we might be and where we might be going

There’s no fixed address but the van

White as a suburb as you catch its reflection in store windows

As we’re headed in any direction

So press your head against the window

Look outside at emptiness

Tell a joke, take a piss, take a picture at every mile

Lock the door and start the engine, 'cause it’s gonna be awhile

Tell a joke, take a piss, take a picture at every mile

Start the van, close the door, «quince, it’s gonna be awhile»

The climates flay themselves, undress themselves at the side of the road

Commune at the union between failure and hope

Weave a highway line to stitch a skirt out on the land

Twist and turn to tell a story like the palm of your hand

Ponder, awe, and wonder, keep watching the skies

Wonder, awe, and ponder, in the blink of an eye

The climates flay themselves, undress themselves at the side of the road

Commune at the union between failure and hope

Turn our weakness into

Turn our blindness into

Turn our questions into answers as obvious

Turn our weakness into might (keep watching the skies)

Turn our blindness into the sight (in the blink of an eye)

Turn our questions into answers just as obvious as moonlight in the darkest,

darkest night