Текст песни Weak Moon

Under a weak moon, The street lights Paint tree shadows On dinosaur asphault. Turn on the high beams When it gets too thick, The phone lines cut clouds, The trees, they need braces... And wherever i sit down, A parking meter springs up, Earth is colddddddd And it's almost juneee. I've been shining My shoulders For the big game. It's time, ohhhh my...