The Moon Redhanded

Artists : Good Life, The : The Moon Redhanded

tell me, dear, is there anything you'd like to hear? one last song before we disappear? some broken hearted ballad built for two. by the way, it seems my notebooks have been misplaced those scribbled poetries of yesterday they've no more effect on me, those dead feelings the songs we don’t sing are the hardest to hear. words left unsaid, words we wish we'd forget. the guilt slips from our lips, confessions hidden behind eyelids. would you look me in the eye and tell me does the moon weep at dawn? his brilliance exposed by a fierce and burning sun. the songs we don't sin g we don't want to hear. words left unsaid well, they're only words we lick the guilt form our lips, we make confessions from fertile hips and never look them in the eye.