August Moon

I never did like the clubbing scene
The music's too loud, and the drinks are too sweet
So, what in the fuck am I doing in Crete
In a labyrinth of hedonic dreams?
I wandered off in attempt to escape the night
But mine wasn't the only flight
You sat alone with a crestfallen frown
And a river dried on your cheek
So, tell me your secret and I'll tell ya mine
What has your heart at the firing line?
I held my breath as to will you to know
That the thorn was inside of us both

The August Moon, she smiled

But I had nothing to give
I had nothing to give
I had nothing to give
I had nothing

You took my hand with that look on your face
And you said: Why don't we get outta this maze?
So we crossed into places we shouldn't have been
While forgetting our flaxen string
Then came a growl of an ancient folklore
Which shook us in anguish, untangled amor
And they plunged a glass in the side of your face
And a river ran down your cheek

The August Moon turned blood red

And I forgot what it all meant
I forgot what it all meant
I forgot what it all meant
I forgot

The August Moon lay down her head

And so I screamed till their ears bled
So I screamed till their ears bled
So I screamed till their ears bled
So I screamed till their ears bled
So I screamed

And it went like: Ah-ooh
Ah-ooh
Ah-ooh
Ah-ooh