I can feel it coming
Oh, God, I feel it coming
I feel the pressure dropping
It’s coming with no warning
From silence into screaming
Awoken from my sleeping
Fracturing into a million little pieces

Closing tunnel vision
Body in submission
Howling out into the shrinking Harvest Moon
Falling in slow motion
Desert to the ocean
Summer into autumn
Last time that I saw them

I can feel it coming
Oh, God, I feel it coming
I feel the pressure dropping
It’s coming with no warning
From silence into screaming
Awoken from my sleeping
Fracturing into a million little pieces

Closing tunnel vision
Body in submission
Howling out into the shrinking Harvest Moon
Falling in slow motion
Desert to the ocean
Summer into autumn
Last time that I saw them

Everybody dies in Florida eventually
Planes and Disney life-insurance policies
A golf cart and a condo in a village by the sea
Kiss the Moon goodbye, it’s nearly morning

Kiss the Moon goodbye, it’s nearly morning
Kiss the Moon goodbye, it’s nearly morning
Kiss the Moon goodbye, it’s nearly morning
Kiss the Moon goodbye, it’s nearly morning
It's nearly morning