The Moon Does Exist Songtext

we hope that you're still doin well

by the sound of your voice i can tell

theres no where that you'd rather be

than out on those busy streets

but carefull those colors will change

how quickly that blue turns to grey



(i bet you they won't let you leave)



where strangers speak through their crooked teeth all beggin for change

while the girls in skirts with their dirty words all shiver and shake

where boys are ghosts and they sell their clothes for the things that they take

we trace our names onto empty graves and pray for the rain to wash this away



yea wash this away



i cut letters and pictures from books

to remember how we used to look

but no matter the shape of it, it won't ever fit

not like the photos they took

well i can still fit you into a frame

pretendin that nothing has changed

but just like your brittle bones

i've grown thin you know

and i'm sick of waiting for snow



ya i couldn't wait for the spring

to pack up the rest of my things

no, it took the winter cold

and i a wind to blow

to show me where i need to go

i'm so sick of these songs of hope

could someone sing something i know?

one in a dreary key, with a clumsy beat

someone thats singing for me



where strangers speak through their crooked teeth all beggin for chanve

while girls in skirts with their dirty words all shiver and shake

where boys are ghosts and they sell their clothes for the drugs that they take

we trace our names onto empty graves and pray for the rain to wash this away



come wash this away



we hope that you're still doin well

by the sound of your voice i can tell

there's no where that you'd rather be

than out on those dirty streets



i bet you they won't let you leave
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