The silver moon and a singing breeze. I'm walking out under the stars. Light a cigarette, and watch the smoke. As it chases my dreams away. I turn and gaze out to the sea.
Just because you disagree. It doesn't make, it doesn't make me wrong. And just because you think I'm weak. It doesn't make, it doesn't make you strong.
Mumbo jumbo, listen to the whispers of madness. We have climbed mountains of dust. We have seen gold gather rust. Hocus pocus the stampede of my heart.