The Moon Testo

Testo The Moon

Bored nights and a head full of books, I'd give up this whole mess if it wasn't so good.
So I'll put up 10 reasons why it wasn't enough, just leave me with the seasons.
May through June ain't enough.
And it's not just the teeth that keep me up past night, no, it's not just the warmth that puts up with the fight.
It's the moon that I'd steal at a blink of an eye, it's the moon that I feel I could rest here and die.
And I am so stuck in black and white, so you can't see a thing.
Tattoos with ships never-ending lights.
I'm caught up. I'm alright.