The Moon Red Handed - The Good Life

Tell me, dear

Is there anything you’d like to hear?

One last song before we disappear?

Some broken hearted ballad

Built for two

By the way, it seems my notebooks have been misplaced

Those scribbled poetries of yesterday

They’ve no more effect on me

Those dead feelings

The songs we don’t sing are the hardest to hear

Words left unsaid, words we wish we’d forget

The guilt slips from our lips

Confessions hidden behind eyelids

Would you look me in the eye and tell me

Does the moon weep at dawn?

His brilliance exposed

By a fierce and burning sun

The songs we don’t sing we don’t want to hear

Words left unsaid well, they’re only words

We lick the guilt form our lips

We make confessions from fertile hips

And never look them in the eye