The Microphones
Moon Moon
I got pulled out by the tide
And I found myself inside
A blanket on the dune
Balled up magnetic womb

Waves crashing at my feet
I stood up to breathe in heat
(I called you out to sea)
I saw deeper into me

But where did I drift to?
The current pulled you too
And we floated fast and through
Where am I?

We floated fast and through
The tide left us on a dune
I got dug up next to you