I started to sink like the moon tends to do if you stare at it too long
Then you blink and it's gone
I guess time has a way of making everything alright
it's just there is not enough of it
and so we drink and we sing and we celebrate
this lie and hope that it will last
morning is here night has passed
A celebration upon completion

The Awful Sweetness Of Escaping Sweat - A Collection of Songs Written and Recorded 1995-1997 (1998)