Our boots kick up silver dust

Breath fogs in this borrowed suit

You draw a heart on my visor

Laugh

Say it looks kinda cute

We planted flags

Planted questions

Built a house out of old crates

You brew coffee from a packet

Say

"Guess all we can do is wait"

We are waiting the spring on the moon

In a world stuck on permanent noon

You trace flowers on the window of our little metal room

We are waiting the spring on the moon

Believing something green is coming soon

Holding hands in our helmets

Humming out of tune

You taped up a crumpled postcard

Green hills

Wild river bend

Pinned it over the airlock

Call it "our imaginary friend"

You talk about rainy sidewalks

I talk about hometown trains

Up here there is only distance

And that soft electric rain

We are waiting the spring on the moon

In a world stuck on permanent noon

You trace flowers on the window of our little metal room

We are waiting the spring on the moon

Believing something green is coming soon

Holding hands in our helmets

Humming out of tune

Maybe spring is just a promise

Not a date on any chart

Maybe all these quiet mornings

Are the thawing of my heart (oh)

We are waiting the spring on the moon

In a world stuck on permanent noon

You trace flowers on the window of our little metal room

We are waiting the spring on the moon

Believing something green is coming soon

If it blooms only in us

That will be enough for you and me