Scratching and a tapping to the man in the moon
Now he's living on the moon
My daddy was an astronaut
It's the presence of distance and it's floating in time
Send it scratching in this rented room
It's lack and it's longing and it's not very kind

'Bout all the things that I've been taught

Hang on to me people, we're going down
My daddy went away too soon
Down among the fishes in an absence of sound