The Moon Red Handed Lyrics - The 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 all 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 

Words left unsaid, words we wish we'd forget 

The guilt slips from our lips, confessions hidden behind eyelids 

Would you look me in the eye 

And tell me does the moon weep at dawn? 

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