Maynard's musical monstrosity - The last great music game

[Brokenjaw]

Moon :bouncer: Luna Sea :bouncer:

I can't see anything, I'm surrounded by mist.
The mist produces a silhouette, and I think of the moon
They thought they'd never need The kindness that circled through the air
The couple now circling far off
I don't care about anything now,
but I'm tired of walking alone
Everything but the thoughts
I want to tell you revolt and don't move
My singing voice won't reach you
Am I in your closed hand?
Call me with your closed hand,The light of the hazy moon gathers,
And sinks deep in my closed heart.



Edited By Brokenjaw on Mar. 03 2002 at 8:41