Woorden: David Gray. Lost Songs 95-98. Red Moon.

Weighin' that silver, there with your hands
In no position to make demands
Got what you wanted, whoa, very nice
But every kiss must have a price

I'm gettin' tired of being denied of
Sayin' the same old things
And those tears aren't gonna mend
These broken wings

Red moon

All that I've witnessed, hard to believe
I can still find it in me to be so naive
Cry on your pillow into the night
'Cause sayin' you're sorry won't make it right

I'm getting tired of being denied of
Things gettin' in my way
And if I'm quiet that's 'cause there's nothing left to say
If I'm quiet that's 'cause there's nothing left to say

This red moon
Yeah, red moon
Yeah, red moon
Yeah, red moon