And the moon it has eyes of its own keeping watch throughout the night on all its children.
The broken
The high
The wasted
The crying
And even the dead.
Yes in all its solitude with its shiny stars it looks over the children who's demons come out to play.
Guardian
And the moon it has eyes of its own keeping watch throughout the night on all its children.
The broken
The high
The wasted
The crying
And even the dead.
Yes in all its solitude with its shiny stars it looks over the children who's demons come out to play.