歌词
Hear the girl on the telephone
She's talking to my wall
I can see all her madness
And I can see her patience oil
Take a step from your memory
And talk about it all
Lift the state of your hardness
And run against the coil
When what kind of man takes a red, red moon
And throws it in the sand
That's you
You
And what kind of man takes a red, red moon
And hurts it with his hands
That's you
You
Can I steal all your wonder
Can you leave the rest at home
Can I just be a witness
Could you leave the girls alone
What kind of man takes a red, red moon
And throws it in the sand
That's you
You
And what kind of man takes a red, red moon
And hurts it with his hands
That's you
You
Can you see the red moon your breaking
Can you see the red, red moon
Can you see the red moon your breaking
Can you see the red, red moon
What kind of man takes a red, red moon
And throws it in the sand
That's you
You
And what kind of man takes a red, red moon
And hurts it with his hands
That's you
You
Can you see the red moon your breaking
Can you see the red, red moon
Can you see the red moon your
breaking (could you leave the girls alone)
Can you see the red, red moon
Can you see the red moon your breaking
Can you see the red, red moon
Can you see the red moon your
breaking (could you leave the girls alone)
Can you see the red, red moon
