it's 4 in the morning July in '69

me and my sister

we crept down like shadows

they're bringing the moon right down to our sitting room

static & silence

& a monochrome vision



they're dancing around

slow puppets silver ground

& the world is watching with joy

we hear a voice from above

& it's history

& we stayed awake

all night



& something is said & the whole room laughs aloud

me & my sister

looking on like shadows

the end of an age as we watched them walk in a glow

lost in space

but i don't know where it is



they're dancing around

slow puppets silver ground

& the stars & stripes in the sand

we hear a voice from above

& it's history

& we stayed awake

all night



they're dancing around

it sends a shiver down my spine

& i run to look in the sky &

i half-expect to hear them asking to come down

will they fly or will they fall?

to be excited

by a long late night