Lunar
All that it was was a fine-toothed comb
Only in on the night
All that it was was just one pound of flesh
And you didn't get it right
All that it was was a cannibal buzz
Leading you on, day on day
All that it means was in old Paris scenes
An old, sour Beaujolais
All that it wore was a little brittle slip
Drooping right over my head
All that it says is there's nothing left to bless
All that it said is it's dead
Lunar
Tudo que era, era um pente fino
Só na noite
Tudo que era, era só um quilo de carne
E você não acertou
Tudo que era, era uma onda canibal
Te levando, dia após dia
Tudo que significa, estava nas cenas antigas de Paris
Um velho Beaujolais azedo
Tudo que usava, era um vestido frágil
Caindo bem sobre minha cabeça
Tudo que diz, é que não há nada pra abençoar
Tudo que disse, é que está morto
Composição: Marty Wilson-Piper / The Church