[Verse 1] Saw the headline Buried on page seventeen “Moon retreats Three centimeters more each year” Tiny exile You just keep pulling free Leaving quietly Like you’re scared to wake the sea [Chorus] Slow drift from our mother You’re slipping from our sky Will the oceans lose their rhythm When you finally say goodbye? Slow drift from our mother Tide and time unwind What will we be When the moon leaves us behind? [Verse 2] Graves on the hillside Carved with a silver face Lovers made promises Swearing by your grace One day the night comes Thinner than it used to be Shadows grow restless Nothing fits the scenery [Chorus] Slow drift from our mother You’re slipping from our sky Will the oceans lose their rhythm When you finally say goodbye? Slow drift from our mother Tide and time unwind What will we be When the moon leaves us behind? [Bridge] Will wolves forget their language? (ahh) Will tides forget the shore? Will sleep come like a stranger Pacing outside every door? Will children stop their pointing When there’s nothing left to find Just a black and empty ceiling And a rumor of your light? [Chorus] Slow drift from our mother You’re slipping from our sky Will our nights turn pale and endless Will our madness multiply? Slow drift from our mother Tide and time unwind What will we be When the moon leaves us behind? [Outro] Keep drifting Pale deserter Inch by inch from all you’ve known If you ever turn and miss us We’ll be ghosts of ancient stone
