The Moon
GLEN HANSARD, GLEN JAMES HANSARD
Cut the bonds with the moon
And let the dogs gather
Burn the gauze in the spoon
And suck the poison up
And bleed
Shut the door to the moon
And let the birds gather
Play no more with the fool
And let the souls wander
And bleed
From the soul
A slow hurt, and it breaks us
And so down,
Down,and so plain
Down
Cut the bonds with the moon
And let the dogs gather
Play no more with the fool
And let the souls wander
And bleed
From the soul
And bleed
From the soul
