מילים לשיר The Moon Red Handed – Good Life

tell me, dear, is there anything you'd like to hear? one last song before we disappear?
some broken hearted ballad built for two. by the way, it seems my notebooks have been misplaced
those scribbled poetries of yesterday
they've no more effect on me, those dead feelings the songs we don't sing are the hardest to hear. the guilt slips from our lips,
words left unsaid, words we wish we'd forget. confessions hidden behind eyelids. does the moon weep at dawn?
would you look me in the eye and tell me his brilliance exposed by a fierce and burning sun. the songs we don't sing we don't want to hear.
words left unsaid well, they're only words we lick the guilt form our lips,
we make confessions from fertile hips and never look them in the eye.