"Don't let the moon get you down."
"That peculiar moon just knows how to frown."
On their fingertips was secured a string,
so they didn't forget the fibs they'd foreseen.
The sailor was sinking, his words left unsaid.
He pleaded a promise, regrettably dead.
And yet, he had the most beautiful eyes.
We were the sailors, the sins of the sea.
By breath of the wind, we drifted away.
Hid our halos as midnight took flight,
but it fell from the sky.
My love, I believe you were a lie.
The sailors were swallowed in the maelstrom that night.
In these parts, you see, hurricanes aren't polite.
The ship then condemned, he whispered a lie,
said, "we are in love, and all will be fine."
He's too much of a coward to croon out his faith.
He's much too irate to believe in a fate.
That afterward calm harbored no hope,
for midnight was fancy that sank like a boat.
We were the sailors, the sins of the sea;
Men of shame is all we will be.
I prayed my moon would never let go,
but it fell from the sky.
My love, I believe you were a lie.
Everything Katie Dill does is absolutely incredible. Her writing is phenomenal and her arrangements of folk tunes are some of the best I've heard. Haunting, experimental, and beautiful. Andrew Preston