Beck - Leave Me on the Moon [Fresh Meat + Old Slabs] 1993.

Leave me on the moon,
I must be coming back too soon,
Pieces of pieces lay in a pile,
Somebody's walking on my hands,

Leave me on the moon,
And everybody knows it's true,
Everything's good as long as it stays still,
Coins jingle in my brain,

And you been watching me through your jewelry,
Sending rings around my head,
Now that I am near you, I slowly disappear you,
Then your fingernails are much too long,

Meet me on the moon,
And you can stay there too,
Seems like everybody’s just floating away,
Got to tie myself down,
Got to tie myself right down.

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