An Ill Moon

Crystal rivers, pearly ground
We ride the skies on sheets of sound
The folks below would conjure clouds if they could
But it’s an ill moon that shines nobody good
An ill moon that shines nobody good.

Hear them coming, feel their drone
We might be Coventry or Cologne
Our flak is haphazard at best without light
So it’s an ill moon that shines nobody right
An ill moon that shines nobody right.

It's an ill moon that shines nobody good
An ill moon that shines nobody good
An ill moon that shines nobody good.