Crying for Moonlight I feel like crying, And the beams of moonlight Going over your skin in my mind are tips of fingers On strings, creating a cacophony Of anguish at Crescendo, and I Don't know How much more I Or you Can take.
Crying for Moonlight
Crying for Moonlight
Crying for Moonlight
Crying for Moonlight I feel like crying, And the beams of moonlight Going over your skin in my mind are tips of fingers On strings, creating a cacophony Of anguish at Crescendo, and I Don't know How much more I Or you Can take.