Follow the Moon Drive under the sea Fiction is swallowing me I say: Here I am The sea is gone Tide is pulling me on Is pulling me on I hear 15 monkeys with carnival eyes My head is full of spies Nothing to show for Nothing to choose So, I follow the clues I follow the clues The dark is a fiction that is swallowing me I say: Here I am, but the sea is gone It's a trumped-up tide that is pulling me on I got nothing to show for and nothing to choose I've got badly written lines and I'm following cues I hear 15 monkeys and I wanna cry It's a dime store story with a Fortean twist I say: Hey!