Wilsen Moon Lyrics

Woke up in a bed not mine
Didn't find the indents, the swells and dives
My limbs were hanging off the ends
Grabbing the sun as it blew in

And all this time I waited to begin
I waited for the cue
Someone to push me in
But the moon rises and empties again
Chases no one
Get ready set
Chases no one
Get ready set

Camille sees the spaces between (things)
As she's melting layers off this scene
She says, “you'll always feel sick from home
So you might as well just get along and take the simple trip”

Cause all this time you've waited to begin You've waited for the cue
Someone to push you in
But the moon sails and empties again
Chasing no one
Get ready set
Chasing no one
Get ready set

I woke up in a life not mine
With a list to do and a means to an end
I've got a jar full of the tokens to
Slide on into the slot marked ‘x'

And all this time I waited to begin
I waited for the cue
Someone to push me in
But the moon's still combing up overhead
Catches no one on this simple trip
Catches no one

Get ready set