Howling At The Moon Testo

cry like mad, my love forsaken
how could i ever be so mistaken
with the moon my heart is waning
still, there's no use in feigning explaining

sweet as rain, so soft and tender
sighing and dying is all i remember
black to white, the times are changing
where were you while my true love was aging?
though a piece of me was dead
the thought of you revived me
and stayed inside me
through the light of june, the dark i knew
while i was howling at the moon

rift the stage that held me captive
stay the day when your love was inactive
shades of hope reduced to nothing
silence disclosing the truth you were clutching

though a piece of me was dead
the thought of you revived me
and stayed inside me
through the light of june, the dark i knew
while i was howling at the moon

though a piece of me was dead
the thought of you revived me
and stayed inside me through the light of june, the dark i knew
while i was howling at the moon