Lovers lane.
I've heard the moon speak fairy talesĀ
Of red white seas and broken sails
On times you drift on into port
The moon is half a heart of sorts
You watch the sun burn through the ground
Lovers drift off into sound
And as you sleep through pouring rain
I dream of us on lovers lane.
Of red white seas and broken sails
On times you drift on into port
The moon is half a heart of sorts
You watch the sun burn through the ground
Lovers drift off into sound
And as you sleep through pouring rain
I dream of us on lovers lane.