New Moon

There’s been a war going on in my head, under the trees holf dead

It’s been so long since we’ve been blinded by the light go ahead

Tell me i’m just a dreamer

But when the light gets dimmer

I bet the soul gets wiser,

and our letters are strange

And here’s our big blue moon again

I know there’s a new moon coming back again

we’ll get blinded by its light again

There’s been a war going on in my head, under the trees holf dead