Maybe the Moon Songtext
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Maybe the Moon Songtext
Good old rain is pounding on the dreamers
You left a stain on every single hour
All the treasures found will vanish with the tide
Illusion has gone, I′m all out of your web
Maybe on the moon
There's a soil for the doomed
I should save us a ride (ride), ride (ride)
Do what you want me to do
Lose the grip of your eyes
Do what you want me to do
You′re the needle in my arm, in my arm
I'll drain, drain, drain the rivers of addiction
I dreamed I could feed my veins on oblivion
But ain't no shelter for the years of blindness
Though we good people, we′re bullets to each other wings
Maybe on the moon
There′s a soil for the doomed
I should save us a ride (ride), ride (ride)
Do what you want me to do
You're the needle in my arm, in my arm
Rain, rain, rain, am I the only winner
In this silly game where tears are a trophy to gather?
My solitude ain′t new, I'm used to it by now
There′s something in the blue
That has faded out of my eye
And maybe on the moon
There's a soil for the doomed
I should save us a ride (ride), ride (ride)
Do what you want me to do
You′re the needle in my arm, in my arm
Do what you want me to do
You're the needle in my arm
I'll do what you want me to do
You′re the needle in my arm
You left a stain on every single hour
All the treasures found will vanish with the tide
Illusion has gone, I′m all out of your web
Maybe on the moon
There's a soil for the doomed
I should save us a ride (ride), ride (ride)
Do what you want me to do
Lose the grip of your eyes
Do what you want me to do
You′re the needle in my arm, in my arm
I'll drain, drain, drain the rivers of addiction
I dreamed I could feed my veins on oblivion
But ain't no shelter for the years of blindness
Though we good people, we′re bullets to each other wings
Maybe on the moon
There′s a soil for the doomed
I should save us a ride (ride), ride (ride)
Do what you want me to do
You're the needle in my arm, in my arm
Rain, rain, rain, am I the only winner
In this silly game where tears are a trophy to gather?
My solitude ain′t new, I'm used to it by now
There′s something in the blue
That has faded out of my eye
And maybe on the moon
There's a soil for the doomed
I should save us a ride (ride), ride (ride)
Do what you want me to do
You′re the needle in my arm, in my arm
Do what you want me to do
You're the needle in my arm
I'll do what you want me to do
You′re the needle in my arm
Writer(s): Olivier Coursier, Simon Buret Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
