Consider green lakes
and the diary of clocks
Someone shot nostalgia in the back
Someone shot our innocence
A broken arrow in a bloody pool.
The wound in the face
of Midnight proposals.
Someone shot nostalgia in the back
Someone shot our innocence
in the shadow of his smile
in the shadow of his smile
in the shadow of his smile
in the shadow of his smile
All our dreams have melted down
we are hiding in the bushes
from dead men
doing Douglas Fairbanks stunts
all our stories burnt
our films lost in the rushes
we can't paint any pictures
as the moon had all our brushes
extracting wasps from stings in flight
Who killed Mr Moonlight?
Who killed Mr Moonlight?
in the shadow of his smile
Who killed Mr Moonlight?
in the shadow of his smile
