Fuck the Moon

I can't, cover up, the sound of your gun
I guess, it's time, for you, to run
I can't, cover up, the sound of your gun
I guess, it's best, for you, to run

Skipping stones
And all the light was torn apart
Moving slow
From all the nights I tried to hide

Are you, feeling low?
If it's not what you want, then what have you done?
For that, I must confess
Before it's too dark, and you would not be around

If I could turn back the time right now
It'll be the same itinerary
Just different day

I can't, cover up, the sound of your gun
I think, it's best, for you, to run
I can't, cover up, the sound of your gun
You do realize, what you have done

Fuck the moon
And for all the senses it was trying sell
Sitting tired
From all the cracks I tried to fix
How are you feeling now?
If it's not what you want, then what have you done?
For that, I must confess
Before it's too dark, and you would not be around

If I could turn back the time right now
It'll be the same itinerary
Just different day

If I could turn back the time right now
It'll be the same itinerary
Just different day



Credits
Writer(s): Ratta Bill Abaggi, Prazhari, Omar
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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