Until The Moon Leaks Orange

The clocks can move their weary hands to midnight,
The silent tears can trickle down her face
The night can fall then stumble from its daydream
Her only love can flicker out of trace.
But not until the moon leaks orange and leaves,
Will Tumbleweed Memories bleed.

The rocks can all erode and turn to ocean,
The seafarers can crash upon the shore,
The day can break then crack as if a mirror,
Reflected in the bosom of before.
But not until the moon leaks orange and bleeds,
Will Tumbleweed Memories leave.