Moon Waltz

#musicfromthemoon (c) 2014 Bora Karaca The last time our module would ring you Like a lunar bell I’ll see you on the moon Until we meet at Tycho And follow the trail Synodic season To come out of hiding Why’d it take so long? Inching out of orbit dividing Where did I go wrong? I’ll see you on the moon Where we’re throwing a party And as you’re gasping for the last of air You’ll tra-la-la-la-la You give me fifty-nine percent from libration We dance in synchronous rotation The image we see of you has been Just a little late There is no atmosphere To wear down any sharpness It’s not how long you wait Synodic season To come out of hiding Why’d it take so long? Inching out of orbit dividing Where did I go wrong? A wise woman said I’m alive Nobody’s ever told her she’s wrong A paella of space-talking jive I’m as alive as her beard is long I’ll see you on the moon Where we’re throwing a party And as you’re gasping for the last of air You’ll tra-la-la-la-la Twirling moon dust abound Lung destruction is starting Take your suit off and swim in maria I’ll see you on the moon There’s already a party And as you’re gasping for the last of air You’ll tra-la-la-la-la No es la locura En realidad es el amor Now that you’ve heard it all There is the door