Текст песни The Good Life - The Moon Red Handed
The Good Life - The Moon Red Handed слова песни
tell me, dear,is there anything you`d like to hear?one last song before we disappear?some broken hearted balladbuilt for two.by the way, it seems my notebooks have been misplacedthose scribbled poetries of yesterdaythey`ve no more effect on me,those dead feelingsthe 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 medoes the moon weep at dawn?his brilliance exposedby a fierce and burning sun.the songs we don`t sing we don`t want to hear.words left unsaid well, they`re only wordswe lick the guilt form our lips,we make confessions from fertile hipsand never look them in the eye.