The Beautiful
Matthew Barber
The moon lights the sky like an animal's eye caught in the sights of the headlights And the streetlamps, clusters of planets it seems bright red and green tis' the season to say what I mean
The moon lights the sky like an animal's eye caught in the sights of the headlights And the streetlamps, clusters of planets it seems bright red and green tis' the season to say what I mean