The grass is my ceiling
The sky is my floor
To slide over lino of stars
To your door
That moon-penny pointer
It's ricocheted north
Boy
Don't exhaust your reserves
Love-coddled hangover cure
You'd cure me for sure
I'm counting the days
Til you're back in this town
And I can stop drinking
My world upside down
The moon will be a lantern
To guide us around
Boy
Don't forget where we were
Love-coddled hangover cure
You'd cure me for sure
