Blackmoon - Domenica

Living under a black moon

Hoping the sun will shine through soon

Nonetheless my heart is stone

Gaping wounds are the cause of my moan

Living under a sky so full

Of dead debris, I try to pull

Away from the fears of life

Away from my pain, my strife

Black moon

We’ll be back together soon

Living with ideals they hate

With morals conformists debate

But dyed blonde hair still gets the swoon

Which is why I’m here with my black moon

Black moon…

Until the day we hear them say We’re ok, we can stay

We’ll wait outside all alone

Trying to find the comfort we lost at home