Hardly Star-Crossed Lovers - Black

Gonna fly up to the moon,

raising all of my money.

Can’t make it too soon,

I am sick of it down here.

Gonna rise up to the moon.

So this is how the world ends-

Not with a bang but with a wimpy.

Don’t laugh too soon-

I am sick of it down here.

Gonna rise up to the moon.

Who needs all the troubles of today?

What’s the difference anyway?

I feel out of focus, what can I do?

There’s only you.

Gonna fly up to the moon,

raising all of my money.

Can’t make it too soon,

I am sick of it down here.

Gonna rise up to the moon.

When they open the borders where will you be?

I’ll climb the highest tree

to avoid the stampede-

And if I should fly

only you, you,

there’s only you,

that would say goodbye.

--→>Enrique Morano emorano@hotmail.com <←--