Wasted with the loons on a ripe blueberry hill Swinging for the tallest fences but we fall too soon Tangled up and twisted like the pages that we burn So we breathe in that old fire and aim to shoot the moon Even if it seems futile we've got nothing to lose Cross our hearts and hope to die, we cross our fingers too Taking off our clothes we dive into the freckled sky and everything is Light We start lifting off the ground, starry eyed never coming down Shoot the moon Shoot the moon Acid in the afternoon and coffee in the night Buzzing passed our demons blowing kisses out of spite They'll be coming for us soon if we don't fight the fright So we fuel up that old fire and aim to shoot the moon Gather round the crystals and the candles we pray to Cross our hearts and hope to die we cross our fingers too Taking off our clothes we dive into the freckled sky and everything is Light We start lifting off the ground starry eyed never coming down Shoot the moon Shoot the moon Shoot the moon Shoot the moon