The moon lights up over the battlefield now, With a blistering heat somehow Lifeless and broken heart to death, They should have just stayed home instead Stayed alive.
We'll let her rice We gliss on some others eyes She wonders where when and why She could have tucket him in his bed, With a kiss on the cheek and his head He'd still lay
Well the moon and the stars Can't cast shaddows on what is wrong Well my boys are dead, living is lead. Nothing more
The sun wakes up, bring sparkles in the morning light, Rubbs a belly bouncer head to cry, she lost him before they were wed But hes there in her heart and her head, hes still alive
Well the moon and the stars c Can't cast shaddows of what is wrong Well my boys are dead, living is lead. Nothing more Well the moon and the stars Can't cast shaddows of what is wrong Well my boys are dead, living is lead. Nothing more
Oh the moon lights up over the battlefield now.
Compositor: Jacob Aaron Smith (The White Buffalo) ECAD: Obra #6034399