We were double booked
and I drew the short straw
Consider green lakes,
and the idiocy of clouds
Someone shot nostalgia in the back
Someone shot our innocence
I don't like colors
Broken arrow in a bloody pool
The wound in the face of
midnight proposals
Someone shot nostal
gia in the back
Someone shot at innocence
in the shadow of his smile
In the shadow of his smile
In the shadow of his smile
All our dreams are melted down,
we're hiding in the bushes
From dead men doing dauntless
fareback stunts
All our stories told
are films lost in the rushes
Incompetent pictures as the moon
had all our brushes
Extracting wasp stings in flight
Who killed Mr. Moonlight?
Extracting wasp stings in flight
Who killed Mr. Moonlight?
Extracting wasp's stings in flight
Who killed Mr. Moonlight?
Who killed Mr. Moonlight?
In the shadow of his smile
Who killed Mr. Moonlight?
In the shadow of his smile
Who killed Mr. Moonlight?
In the shadow of his smile
Ooh, you'll miss the moonlight
Ooh, you'll miss the moonlight
In the shadow of a smile
In the shadow of a smile
Ooh, you'll miss the
moonlight
Thank you very
Thank
Thank
Thank you.