Of Moons, Birds & Monsters - MGMT

Why'd you cut holes in the face of the moon base?

Don't you know about the temperature change

In the cold black shadow?

Are you mad at your walls

Or hoping that an unknown force can repair things for you?

Pardon all the time that you've thrown into your pale grey garden?

If the ship will never come you've gotta move along

Even a bird would want a taste of dirt from abyssal dark

The prick of a feather could make a kingdom burn and the bloodshed start

The falling apart

Made me a shadow in the shape of wonder

The waves of black

If she's going under I can hold my breath till the sky comes back

Or drown like a rat, rat, rat

He's a rat!

To catch a monster

We make a movie

Set the tempo

And cut and cut its brains out

It will inspire on the burning pyre

Half the distance

Half the motion

Communication

It's easy as the ocean