Текст: David Gray. Lost Songs. Red Moon.

Weighing that silver
There with your hands
In no position to make demands
Got what you wanted
Oh very nice
But every kiss must have a price

I?m getting tired of
being denied of
Saying 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
Cos saying you?re sorry
Won?t make it right

I?m getting tired of
Being denied of
Things getting in my way
And if I?m quiet
That?s cos there?s nothing left to say
Yeah if I?m quiet
That?s cos there?s nothing left to say

Red Moon
Red Moon
Red Moon
Red Moon