Song | Karl Blau |
Artist | The Microphones |
Album | It Was Hot We Stayed in the Water |
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blue moon | |
waded out past the waves swells | |
where we all floated helpless | |
and he told us to stop treading water | |
he sang about the sand | |
where we could all touch our feet down | |
he held out his hand | |
with his tipped back he sang loud | |
but we didn't listen, he swam off alone | |
long live his words, all caught up on his own | |
he said "someday the moon will reach out to the sun | |
but for now it must drift along, but for now he drifts along" |