I’m longing for a place 
Where there are no straight lines 
And the colors just came roaring down 
And the weather’s always fine 
I want to drive down the memory road 
With no one else in sight 
When I find that you were lying to me 
It is already late 
And the moon will spare its life 
Turn to rotting bodies 
What’s left to you if 
I have all that 
I want? Can 
I give it to you? 
What’s left to you if you have all that 
I want? Can 
I take this? 
And the moon spared his life 
Turns angry to you 
What’s left to you if 
I have all that 
I want? Can 
I give it to you?