From the recording ships at sea
the august moon was long and full 'til it met an empty december. you knew it all along. you knew it all along. you're looking through canyons for things that you left on your last pass through. you're stopping to chat with the very same siren as last time. and I can't touch anything without it breaking. ships at sea using their two-way radios, blinking: what's the other one thinking? 'it's a tough act to follow'.