Concrete Moon

Grab your umbrella ad hover over town

Where they’re tearin’ the decorations down

You cast a spell on those letharios and clowns, no doubt

I hear a rapse of the foreign concrete moon

Below a chandelier of frozen tears I loom

Where all these painted ladies haunt these furnished rooms

Wipin’ their mouths

Roll up, roll up and gather round

Push your shoulders back above your chest out

All the evergreen, ever news and love passage

Where’s our electric arcades?

They’re so in love

Gone while the undertaker sleeps

Come while the youngin often hear the panthers grieve

Come while the liquid sky swirls dark

End it

Roll up, roll up and gather round

Push your shoulders back above your chest out

All the evergreen, ever news and love passage

Where’s our electric arcades?

They’re so in love