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...
Why? - Weak Moon Lyrics
Why? - Weak Moon Lyrics
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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...
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...
Writer: Chris Brokaw, Thalia Zedek
Copyright: Lyrics © THIRD SIDE MUSIC INC
Copyright: Lyrics © THIRD SIDE MUSIC INC