The Sun And The Moon

Hey, I can't praise nothing at all of my own

Hey, there's nothing bloodshed has brought to my own

Hey, I can't praise nothing at all of my own

Hey, there's nothing bloodshed has brought to my own

Tales of doom are something I can't trust promising something I don't know

On a clear day a different kind of epiphanies start to reveal

Once in a while, comets befriend boats

In their inability to cope with reality, we try to attribute this experience to hallucination

To hallucination

Love ain't special but needs space, nor material but needs mass

Sun ignores what moon has said before

Begging for one sweet word

Moon implores the sun to carry on

Obnoxious mental swords

Hey, I can't praise nothing at all of my own

Hey, there's nothing bloodshed has brought to my own

Hey, I can't praise nothing at all of my own

Hey, there's nothing bloodshed has brought to my own

Tales of doom are something I can't trust promising something I don't know

On a clear day a different kind of epiphanies start to reveal