The Moon Is Calling

The moon is calling the seas are calling
 Now I cannot sleep
 They're saying something projecting something
 Signals from the deep
 I read it somewhere that we will be
 Burning in the heat
 It's hard to believe but I hear voices
 And I cannot keep it secret
 The computer's recursive tuner
 It's like the tolling of a bell
 Bring me up
 Deliver me out
 Take me to the door
 I'm not running anymore
 Bring me up
 Deliver me out
 I want nature to be so strong
 Wind and rain
 Inky blue that goes on and on
 In the day
 Didn't plan it it wasn't habit
 I don't speak to trees
 I'm busy tracing I don't know what now
 Looking for relief
 They it's something
 They're telling us something
 We don't want to hear
 The computer's recursive tuner
 Is like the tolling of a bell
 Bring me up
 Deliver me out
 Take me to the door
 I'm not running anymore
 Bring me up
 Deliver me out
 Take me to the door
 I'm not running anymore
 I want nature to be so strong
 Wind and rain
 Inky blue that goes on and on
 In the day