...And the moon is hanging like a dead man over head,
And we're all so burnt and frozen by our regrets.
Rough mix. No vox yet.
Indie Rock from Vermont.
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Lyrics
Harvest Moon - Written by Eric Carlson
...And the moon is hanging like a dead man over head,
And we're all so burnt and frozen by our regrets.
Steal angel's cries from heartless songs and empty silhouettes
Bleed blackened affectations, and forget that you're dead.
...And everything means nothing at the moment when we die,
The victims are the same, tonight was a dying dream.
If anticipation's everything then why am I still waiting here?
Does the silence of giving in, signal the satyr's swim?
If whatever never happens never lets you down,
Are you content to live your life never mimicking the "what if?"
The siren screams across this midnight scene
It sings so silently, like nothing's happening.
Two players play their game on a late night stage,
Their harvest escapade, chalk outlines trace the street.
The method acting (sic) eclipses the true meaning
Intent or express lies, call bluff, Jack with one eye.
Mark. Point. Still aces high, it's lie for a lie.
In the end they believe, but ever questioning.
If anticipation's everything then why am I still waiting here?
Does the silence of giving in, signal the satyr's swim?
If whatever never happens never lets you down,
Are you content to live your life never mimicking the "what if?"
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