Mr. man on the moon
do you own a fishing
Her eyes were red, here dress was torn
the wind
[L.M. Jenssen / J. Hagen]
Swipe the jelly glass clean
I
Conscience has me easily disturbed
the moving things around me
Patterns lull me in to sleep
still I can not
I'm clinging to the red drapes
while listening to eaten
When we were young and regarded the world with hope
Once again surrounded by moving walls
vacating the innermost of
[pt. 1 symbiosive]
What is one without the other?
nigh5t to
Would you like to be
on the moon with a
Your liquid eyes
where reason dies
are pulling me
into
Sunken are the eyes of my creation
into a glass
[Instrumental]
There's that something in your eyes again
I can't get
Son, it's never as it seems
the flowing of the
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