The Fatima Mansions - Behind the Moon Lyrics
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| The Fatima Mansions
- Behind the Moon Lyrics
Album: Bertie's Brochures Green bed of bottles, open to the sky Bare head of drunk man, the beads of sweat go dry He says he's sorry, tender as a lamb she says, "go", meaning, "stay", meaning, "You have to pay" Behind the moon / In the dead zone In the darkness where lovers all are blind Sources of light in this land of the dead are electric shocks and blows to the head The silence broken by his voice alone saying, "yes", meaning, "no", as he tears down their home Behind the moon / In the dead zone I'll still be calling, calling out for you Behind the moon, when all hope has gone Well, what else would you have me do? Green bed of bottles Green bed of bottles and bottles and... -- Dave Watson, Severed Heads Liberation Front (Re-release the _Stretcher_ EP!) Frezier Balzoff (Ottawa), Ontario, Canada Email--aj153@Freenet.carleton.ca "A man is measured by the depth of his anger."--Eddie "So he sanded off his winkle with his Black & Decker drill."--Ian Dury
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