Moon And Chips

I took a slice of the moon and served it with chips

I plucked a strand of starlight, watched it dance upon your lips

I replaced la Gueca Solo with the orbit of your hips

And I paid with old fools gold for such exclusive membership

I took the cup of kings and let it gently overflow

I hung upon my cross, better view there, don't you know

I basked in freezing heat until the sunbeams turned to snow

I put my roots in water but they drowned, they didn't grow

I filled the gilded ark with halftruths and pairs of lies

I wore my demons mask; a snug fit, to my surprise

I threw time against a wall just to see how well it flies

And I took so long to do it, I began to realise

That if I serve the moon with chips all I'll ever get is gravel

And if I ever kissed those lips I would quite simply unravel

And as hours turn into days I think I will invent time travel

It'll cost the gold I lost, sold with the cold boom of the gavel

I could take la Gueca Solo, and make a sweet tango for two

I could take that cup of kings and fill it greedily with you

I could water roots with gasoline and watch as they burned blue

I would cut my soul in half to see its meaning running through

If only I could know how many times I'd burst my heart

On the points of beauty's star, or how impossible to part

If only moon and chips was on the menu, a la carte

And if only I'd have known, right from the very start...