There is a man on the moon
His brain has fallen out of tune
His eyes are green
His soul is blue
His blood is soaked through and through
Sleep in the dawns’ silent lust
The illusion of the stars is a must
Run your fingers through your hair
Come and see if anyone could care
The sun is bright
The clouds are blue
Blood on your highway
And death for you
Jan 17, 2012
Jan 17, 2012 at 6:25 PM UTC
There is a man on the moon
His brain has fallen out of tune
His eyes are green
His soul is blue
His blood is soaked through and through
Sleep in the dawns’ silent lust
The illusion of the stars is a must
Run your fingers through your hair
Come and see if anyone could care
The sun is bright
The clouds are blue
Blood on your highway
And death for you