I thought we'd escape   I packed a fishing line and counted on it   I thought we'd escape   I packed a fishing line and counted on it      But dreaming is for moonrise   And moonlight ails these tired eyes      I treat him like a lady   I treat him as I would he unto me   Give Rose rose-seller a run for her money   With silicone and poetry   But it's the end of me      I thought it could change   I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange   I couldn't get there   Behind his wall of Sunday papers   I thought it could change   I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange      But dreaming is for moonrise   And moonlight ails these tired eyes      I treat him like a lady   I treat him as I would he unto me   Give Rose rose-seller a run for her money   With silicone and poetry   And it's the end of me      Here I am   Here I am   And here I stand   Here in my kitchen where I'm familiar with every brand   Here I am   A front line with labels where I witness custards last stand   Here I am