Moon Over Paris, Pt. 2
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The winter is slow and you don't feel like a summer
The wind beneath your wings won't make you a bird
Now that you've found a bow, go hunt them for me
Never mind the blood, they deserve it so bad
It makes me wonder why
It takes a bluer shade of sky
To ease the hunger
In your eyes
My fingers are slow and I can't pull the trigger
I'm begging you please, be a gun for me
Powerless bomb, that is how it feels now
Make me go off, they deserve this so bad
An afternoon cup of tea
With the breeze of a thousand white seas in your hair
And if it wasn't for the comfort and ease of your chair
You'd be running from beams in the air
Oh, when the moon is over Paris, we all feel the same
Love drunk poets in the starlit rain
And at the balcony paralyzed, I smoke for the good times
And at the balcony out of line I've smoked for my bottled vine
When the moon is over Paris, we all feel ashamed
When we shout out in a vast terrain
I keep talking to myself at night
Now I have the time, now it's too late
You will never know
Oh no
I never loved you
I never
I never loved to hate
Make me a paper bird!
Lover, lover, lover
I can see you in the clouds
If you wanna know
Wanna know
I really tried to let you go
I've been really tryin' to forget you
To forget you
And neglect you
Mother, mother, mother
I have crossed my fingers slowly too many times
Many times
I apologize
It's so confusing
Hope you understand that
I wasn't born, I just woke up
I didn't see, I didn't feel
In a forest long ago
I were fire, so alone
I wasn't born, I just woke up
I didn't feel, I didn't believe
I wasn't born, I just got old
Grey and bored in a colorful landscape
And if it wasn't for the confident ease of your chair
You'd be running away from beams in the air
You know, one of these days it all ends up in here
With symphonies of your despair
When the moon is over Paris
We all feel the same
Love drunk poets in the starlit
And at the balcony paralyzed
I smoke for the good times (rain, rain, rain, rain)
And at the balcony out of line
At the balcony paralyzed I smoke for my bottled wine
And at the balcony out of line
Tell it to a mirror, tell it to yourself (I never loved you, I never)
Tell it to your friends
And pretend you don't pretend (I never loved you, I never)
Tell it to a mirror, tell it to yourself (I never loved you, I never)
Tell it to your friends
And pretend you don't pretend! (I never loved you)
And out of an angry dream and in to a bed of thorns
Owls never sleep and it seems like they are everywhere
Make me a paper bird