מילים לשיר Torch The Moon – Whitlams

Torch the moon,
Burn the schools.
She wrote in red
On her bedroom wall The paint runs to the floor. Nothing's pure
She laughs too easily and
Cries too hard (Cries too hard)
The colours run.
Shouldn't drink alone
How can she forgive?
When we know well what we do. Feather scratches
On her wrist
Dry run with a bread knife
For a final twist
It wouldn't be for show If it should come to this
She laughs too easily and
Cries too hard (Cries too hard)
Shouldn't drink alone
The colours run
How can she forgive?
When we know well what we do. (Born) to see it all
She was born to feel it all
And when I feel so lightly
It's still burning brightly
And she won't look away
(ooh, ooh, oh)
She laughs too easily and Cries too hard (ooh, ooh, oh) Cries too hard
She laughs too easily and
Torch the moon
Burn the schools.
Why's it a man?
Making all the rules? Frida Khalo poster on her door She laughs too easily and
Shouldn't drink alone
Cries too hard (Cries too hard)
The colours run
How can she forgive?
When we know well what we do.
And when I feel so lightly It's still burning brightly
And she won't look away
(She won't look away)
She won't look away
(She won't look away)
(Aaah, oooh, aaah)
She won't look away
She won't look away(She won't look away).