"Every night when the sun went down in the town where we lived. The empty streets were lit up by reflected light from a distant sun. Bouncing off a glowing ball of rock and we just laid on the roof. And watched the moon, the moon, the blue light of the moon. We didn't talk and silently we both felt powerful. And, like the moon, my chest was full because we both knew. We're just floating in space over molten rock. And we felt safe and we discovered that our skin is soft. There's nothing left except certain death. And that was comforting at night out under the moon." -The Microphones