Lyrics Pointing At the Moon - Faded Paper Figures

Pointing At the Moon

On my way to the east
saw many signs
I remembered things from before my time
yeah, before my time
On my way to the west
surveyor lines
cross methods of love I could not define
yeah, so where would I find you?
Don’t understand
why you point your finger at the moon
Oh, there’s no jeweled sky to fly to
no mythologies to guide you
but if you want me to
I’ll come out
to watch you point your finger at the moon
On the trail of your ghost
uncertainty
the world isn’t small like it’s supposed to be,
yeah, supposed to be.
Still lost in your words,
obscurity,
the world isn’t mine like it’s supposed to be
Yeah, so maybe that’s why
we were stuck on what could be
pointing figures at the moon
Oh, there’s no jeweled sky to fly to
no mythologies to guide you
but if you want me to
I’ll come out
to watch you point your finger at the moon.