Owen
Too Many Moons
Au revoir, bonne chatteThere's too many moons and I'm but one manYou know I like to get lost without you and return with dirty thoughts about youDon't wait upI'm not coming home until my insides hit the floorBonne nuit, martyrThere's so many moons and you're paralyzed with fearSummer's sun brings new blood to bathe inI can't swim but I'll dip a toe inDon't wait upI'm not coming home until these demons get boredIn mirrored eyes I see kerosene and you've got the matches(Just don't ask me to stay)Bonjour, chère épouseThere's too many moons and I'm but one man
From Letras Mania