You won’t get one step further,
Nor will logic or law hold any sway.
No one’s voice will make it through;
We won’t even let in our friends and lovers!
The only thing that provides a clue is a thin veil of moonlight…
That’s the legendary bomber—
This city won’t be safe for long!
Just how shall we choose to run away?
Shall we just laugh it off as an illusion?
The only thing that provides a clue is a thin veil of moonlight…
But right now I’m in the cockpit;
A black shadow in the center of the white moon.
I’m within this rusted cockpit;
A black shadow in the center of the white moon.
Can we manage to only walk in a straight line?
We might just end up plopping into a lake somewhere.
But even if you we stop to ask for advice on the way,
Our path forward won’t change.
\The only thing that provides a clue is a thin veil of moonlight…