A Retinue Of Moons/The Infidel Is Me Songtext / Lyric

A retinue of moons, of icy moons

They illuminate the land

And they make me thing of you

What sunk silently

To the depths of a mystery

A clue that only

one scientist knew



Who knew that the sky is now found to contain

Benzene and methane and chalk

And bloody mud, muddy blood from the sky

From the sickly sweet wings of Edith's Checkerspot Butterfly?

They die in the ocean

Their legs are broken

The rain slows their flight as it soaks their wings






A microphone will listen for thunder

The telephone will dial the number

To deliver a, a clearer picture

Of weird wet weather

This puts all previous discoveries in doubt

These are things we have theories about



Overhead two sky titans

They collide in slow motion

While over the Ice Tongue, fluid flows

A 1000-foot thick chunk of sediment is exposed

Your own special home



A choking, vapor-laced haze

Obscured by acid rain

Enveloping everything

On the edge of the Milky Way

Am I the infidel?

I thought it was supposed to be someone else

But I see now it's me

I am my own worst enemy



Just think of it

The sequence of the incidents was intricate

So brilliant yet illegitimate

Not disastrously but triumphantly

When we met in the secret facility

I said, (you remember what I said)

"It'll be easy for you to recognize me

By the coils of concentina wire

surrounding my head in a shiny halo

of sharp blades."



"There are people here

That would do you great harm

So please, just try to stay calm

And I'll get you through this,"

You whisper

And with that, my illegance had shifted



The betrayal, the delusions

My Quantico rejection

The isolation, the breakdowns

And mysterious injections

Ay ay oh way, the infidel is me



Then it was I

The lone futurist leading scores of resistors

Armed with tridents

But you're not there



Why can't you come in from the cold?

Why can't you come in from the cold

To make an unlikely alliance with me?



Why don't you come in from the cold?

Why don't you come in from the cold

To make an unlikely alliance with me



Ay ay oh way, the Infidel is me



And in defiance of our alliance

I say, go away and lick your wounds

And when you get them really clean again

You can dream away your dark dream



Ay ay oh way, the Infidel is me.