The Microphones - Thanksgiving

I give thanks again that long nights
Though they're lonely
Are lit by stars and end with suns that climb
And moon will back me up on this
Just look up
"Yeah, but the moon won't take you out to wine and dine!"
Yeah, I know, but there her hand is always on my shoulder
"Yeah, but every evening we still hear you whine and whine!"
Oh, I know, but, like a sibling, I neglect her
We have no choice
I'm hers and she is mine
And hers is mine, and she is yours
And we're each others
"Oh I give up Phil! You're just shouting empty rhymes!"
I know (Crying)
The world's alone and this light's on loan
Until we have grown old enough to pay it back with our gruesome rotting
And our lives are just long saggings of the spine
So here I sit hunched over a candle in the black night
Thanksgiving
Here I hug my sorrow tight