Lyrics Moon - DavidCrypt

"You're going to hell! You're going to hell and you're gonna die"

Tiptoe to the kitchen, way past dark so no one listens
As quiet as a mouse, as I creep all through the house
Open up the pantry and right away this smell, it hits me
Detect it and take quickly, I dont care if I steal this cookie

Outside the trees are dancing, swaying, moonlight hits the back street
And the snow falls on the countryside, just the way that I described
I know that soon it'll all be gone in the afternoon
There's an ultrasound shaped like a crescent moon

I like to think the moon is made of cheese
And Santa really comes all down the chimney
And snow always builds up on the moon
And you look at me the same I do to you

Black crow, contrast in the snow
And icicles still hanging from my window
And grass holds a dirty shade of green
And my clothes tear, still, right down the seams

Lots of people I worry about, and lots of things I wish I didn't hear
Everyday's another day, and every years a brand new year