There are too many ghosts on this road, they line the shoulder dripping and grey, with their eyes pleading. I don't even want your body any more, when we're driving past them.
And the moonlight never goes away, not even on the sunniest day....
I can't look too long in your eyes, there's too much knowing in there, and you're trying to be so brave when you joke with me. Days like this I don't know how to see you.
And the moonlight never goes away, not even when you're laughing.
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