August Moon

I never did like the clubbing scene

The music's too loud and the drinks are too sweet

So what in the fuck am I doing in Crete?

In a labyrinth of hedonic dreams

I wandered off in attempt to escape the night

But mine wasn't the only flight

You sat alone with a crestfallen frown

And a river dried on your cheek

So tell me your secret and I'll tell you mine

What has your heart at the firing line

I held my breath as to will you to know

That the thorn was inside of us both

The August Moon, she smiled

But I had nothing to give

I had nothing to give

I had nothing to give

I had nothing

You took my hand with that look on your face

And you said, "why don't we get out of this maze?"

So we crossed into places we shouldn't have been

While forgetting our flaxen string

Then came a growl of an ancient folklore

Which shook us in anguish, untangled amour

And they plunged a glass in the side of your face

And a river ran down your cheek

The August Moon turned blood red

And I forgot what it all meant

I forgot what it all meant

I forgot what it all meant

I forgot

The August Moon lay down her head

And so I screamed till their ears bled

So I screamed till their ears bled

So I screamed till their ears bled

So I screamed till their ears bled

So I screamed