The Moon Red Handed Lyrics

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 all been misplaced

(Those scribbled poetries of yesterday)

They've no more effect on me

These 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 sing

And don't want to hear

Words left unsaid

Well, they're only words

We lick the guilt from our lips

We make confessions from fertile hips

And never look them in the eye