Woorden: Peter Von Poehl. May Day. Moonshot Falls.

A lucky charm made of wind is all I have;
A jungle juice to shake my blood
Is what I need
I cried for the wolf that fed
Remus and Romulus,
4/9 476 ? time when she?s gone,
Is thrown out of joint.
The see-through bridge I crossed
Sank in my sleep.
Now my freedom is just the meal
Of some twisted fish.
All the roads lead to Rome,
A spy wears Caesar?s crown.
So, say, what?s your poison?
Time, when she?s gone,
Is thrown out of joint.
The slash in the ground is too deep
And the doctor?s gone.
The cracks are all around Tiber?s bank.
Who?s gonna take the fall?
I?ll wait with you on the other side
For better days to come,
Right on the edge of mournful
Moonshot Falls.
I?ve got a winter coat of wool
To hind my eyes
And a well-spiked cactus jack
That never lies
Springtime never saved so far
The one without a love
Whatever the hour ? time,
When she?s gone, is thrown out of joint.
The slash in the ground is too deep
And the doctor?s gone.
The cracks are all around Tiber?s bank.
Who?s gonna take the fall?
I?ll wait with you on the other side
For better days to come,
Right on the edge of mournful
Moonshot Falls.

(Merci a Leon DUONER pour cettes paroles)