Lyrics
Under ugly moons
Pleasant as it was
I don't assume
I was there at all
The nights so full of flaws
You could be making it up
The seconds that I lost
Gone are all faces
Threaded into the dark
You could be right about
You could be right about me
Walking east of the world
I heard laughing
Imagined that it was all
Hideous but true
The wild things we do
It could be nothing of mine
Just someone that I knew
Gone are all places
Threaded into the dark
You could be right about
You could be right about me
